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THE TYROLESE; 



A DRAMA OF AVAJR, 



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Bv ALBERT BREWSTER. 



PUBLISHED BY THE AUTHOR. 



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Theresa and Sebastian 



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THE TYROLESE; 



A DBA MA OF WAR, 



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By albert BREWSTER. 









PUBLISHED BY THE AUTHOR. 






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Entered according to Act of Congress in the year 1879, 

By Albert Brkwster, 

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PERSONS OF DRAMA 



Theresa Vostner, heroine of play. 

Sebastian Freileitz, hero. 

Lewis Vostner, father of Theresa. 

Joseph Vostner, his brother. 

Raymond Landsburg. 

Basil Affland, villain. 

Maria Norborn. 

Victor Norborn, brother to Maria. 

Cecilia Affland. 

Mrs. Affland, mother of Cecilia and Basil. 

Rebecca and Martha. 

English Dude, a cockney tourist. 

Michael O'Flanigan, body servant of the Dude. Michael 

O'Flanigan is a young, good-looking, rollicking Irishman. 
Captain of Bavarian troops. 
Two Lieutenants of Bavarian troops. 
Bavarian Sergeant. 
Bavarian Soldiers. 
Tyrolesk Hunters. 
Tyrolese Rijlemen. 
Typolese Maidens, 
Tyrolese Youth. 

Tyrolese Villagers (all ages, including children). 
Tyrolese Shepherds and Shepherdesses. 
Messengers of War. 



COSTUMES. 



Tyrolese national costume, according to sex, age and condition. 
THEEE.SA, her father and uncle, Raymond Landsburg and Basil 

Affland, Victor Norborn and Cecilia's lover, dressed as 

wealthy Tyrolese of superior rank. 
As same, Marfa, Martha, Mrs. Afflaxd and Cecilia; latter 

coquettishly attired, her hat worn a little to one side of her 

head. 

Rebecca, prettily but not so richly dressed. 

Sebastian, not richly but tastefully and picturesc^uely attired: 
black and red plume in hat. 

In first act all Tyrolese in gala attire. Hunters and some others 
will have plumes in their hats — generally black. When 
seen as Riflemen all wdll have plumes in their hats, and will 
wear red stockings to meet short pants, instead of varying 
colors, as at other times — though red should prevail. 

Bavarian Officers and Soldiers — national military costume, 
if to be had; if not, anj^ tasty uniform. 

Tyrolese and Bavarians, in battle or skirmish scene, should, 
if possible, carry national standards. 

Enolish Dude, as Dude; dandified, provided with a cane and 
eye-glass. 

Michael O'Flanigan; well dressed for his class; prevailing 
Irish costume of years past. 



THERESA AND SEBASTIAN; 

OB, 

THE TYROLESE. 

A DRAMA OF WAR. 

ACT FIRST. 

[Sf^ENE. A picturesque Tyrolese village, at foot of high mount- 
ains; sides will represent grove. Time, early morning. As 
curtain rises, from side at rear to right of audience, appear ten 
or twelve Tyrolese maidens, in gala attire, some of them 
sounding castanets and tambourines; soon all are in view; 
four of the maidens advance a few steps toward front 
and commence dancing in couplets. Their companions will 
pass to rear, where three will remain, whilst balance will pass 
on so as to take position to right of dancers. Then will enter 
from opposite side, at rear, ten or twelve Tyrolese youths ; 
when in view, three will remain in position and part of the 
remainder will join maidens to rear of dancers. The others 
(larger portion) join the maidens, standing to their right. All 
will appear as conversing ; occasionally merry laughter will 
be heard. Then will enter from side, whence entered the 
maidens, eight or ten youths and maidens ; a few will join 
those to rear of dancers, the others will take position to their 
left, when presently two youths and two maidens will join 
dancers, when two youths to the right of dancers will com- 
mence dancing in front of the two maidens nearest them; pres- 
ently change so that each youth will have a maiden for part- 
ner; some youths and maidens, spectators, will sound tam- 
bourines and castanets. A few maidens will come from 
cottages at rear and join some of the groups. Some few 
youths and maidens appear from sides (the grove, near front) 
and hasten to join those at rear. Tambourines and castauet- 



6 Theresa and Sebastian: 

accompany music of orchestra. Then from side at front will 
appear galopading two young maidens, Marthaa,nd Cecilia, arms 
around each other's waist; they will galopade towards those 
at rear; when half-way to them, will pause and gaze intently 
to the right (of audience), when a btigle-blast will be heard. 
Then all dancing ceases, and all hasten forward so as to gaze 
in the same direction as the two maidens, wdien presently ap- 
pear twelve Tyrolese hunters, with rifles over their shoul- 
ders — one of them with a bugle. They will string along in 
front of those present, then pause and converse; not only buzz 
of conversation should be heard, but at times merry peals of 
laughter. Hunter with bugle will presently, accompanied by 
a maiden {Cecilia Affland), advance somewhat nearer to front. 
He is the leader of the band of hunters, will stand at their 
head when they advance to sing hunting song. ] 

Cecilia. How I do wish I was going with you. I'm sure I 
would bring home more game than you will. Ha, ha, hal 

Hunter. Slay, I suppose, with glances of those bright eyes. 

Cecilia. No compliments, if you please ; but be sure you 
bring home a deer. 

Hunter. Why should I care to bring home a deer when a pet 
dear stands by my side, some day to be my lovely bride. 

Cecilia. 0, don't be too sure. Have been thinking I made 
a grave mistake. Ha, ha, ha! 

Hunter. Ha, ha, ha! Now, Cecilia, remember you owe me a 
hundred kisses for that. 

Cecilia. Owe them ? Yes, and will owe them for many a 
year. Ha, ha, ha! 

Hunter. No, no, you wall not be so cruel. Now, good-bye, 
love. {Raises and I'isses her hand.] 

[Then, as brother hunters step up abreast of him, he advances to 
front with them, when they sing a hunting song, whilst 
youths and maidens, some little distance back, will stand listen- 
ing, and will applaud as hunters file away, maidens waving 
handkerchiefs. ] 

TYROLESE HUNTERS. 

Away, unto the mountains, 

Ye hunters, now away; 

The darksome night is over, 

Appears the dawn of day. • 

Ah, soon amid the forests 

Our rifles will resound, 

Whilst answering to their echoes 

Loudly bays the hound. 



OR, THE TyROLESE. 7 

Ah, the mountains! the forest! 
The wildwood's pleasant shade, 
Where in close concealment 
Down the antlered deer has laid 
Dreading our so trusty rifles' 
Never-failing aim. 
The report of which their doom 
So often doth proclaim. 

Hark ! the bugle now doth sound. 
And loudly bays the hound, 
Whilst hunters' shouts resound 
From the towering heights around, 
Following in swift pursuit 
The woodland monarch's flight. 
So away, hunters, away, 
And scale the mountain's height. 

[Exit Hunters.} 
[Those present retire to rear and stroll back aiid forth through 
grove as elsewhere described.] 

Basil Affland (crossing, meets his sister Cecilia, who comes 
dancing toward him). Well, sister, enjoying yourself, I see. 

Cecilia . Oh, yes, Basil, I'm having such a nice time. [She 
stops a moment, leaning on his arm.] 

Basil. Nice time breaking hearts, I suspect. Ha, ha! Now, 
tell me, Cecilia, how many hearts are you going to break to-day? 

Cecilia. Not many; I've limited myself to half a dozen. Ha, 
ha, ha! 

Basil (as she skips away and takes the arm of a maiden 
passing, whom she leaves as her mother appears.) See, sister, 
you do not exceed the number stated. Ha, ha, ha! 

[He then joins and walks from view arm-in-arm with a friend; 
soon after will be seen crossing further back conversing with a 
maiden. As he and friend meet] : 

Friend. Why, Basil, I thought you were to join in the hunt 
to-day. 

Basil. Yes, so I intended — but changed my mind. 

Friend. Thought greater attraction was to be found in the 
bright eyes of some fair maiden here, I presume. 

Basil. As yourself, perhaps. Ha, ha, ha! {Exit.l 

[Enter Mrs. Affland. Her daughter Cecilia runs gaily to her 
mother.] 



8 Theresa and Sebastian: 

Mrs. Affland You seem very happy, my dear child; may you 
ever be as free of care and sorrow as now. But, Cecilia, why 
do you trifle as you do with the affections of your betrothed ? 
You were very fortunate in winning his love, as he is of a noble 
family, the possessor of great wealth, and is everything I could 
desire in a son; but if you continue your present course you may 
forfeit his love, and 

Cecilia. Why, dear mother, he can't help loving me, I know 
he can't. Ha, ha, ha! Everybody loves me. Ha, ha, ha! 

Mrs. Affland. Ha, ha, ha! You flighty little girl. But do 
be for a moment serious, and say why do you persist in refusing 
to name the wedding day. I know that you love him, so why 
not make him happy by naming the day of 

Cecilia. Love him! Why, certainly I do, with all my heart; 
but you see, mother, by saying no, no, I shall make him all the 
more happy when I say yes, yes! Ha, ha, ha! [Skips away and 
joins several maidens passing a little back.] 

Mrs. Affland. The dear little spoiled child! She has never 
known a day of sorrow. Is like some gay butterfly flitting from 
flower to flower, unmindful of the passing hour. 

[Joseph Vostner approaches and walks with her, as conversing, 
toward rear.] 

[Enter Victor Norhorn arid his sister Maria.'] 

Victor Norhorn. Now, Maria, take care of yourself; I am 
going in search of Martha. 

Maria Norhorn. Oh, I will take care of myself, brother — 
but if you are going in search of Martha, I advise you to take 
care of yourself. Ha, ha, ha! 

Victor. Think your warning comes too late. Believe I am a 
gone case. Ha, ha, ha! 

Maria. And I know it. Ha, ha, ha! 

Victor. But then, sister, I am resigned, you see. Ah ! there 
she is. 

[Goes to side, where stands Martha, who was looking intently 
at him whilst he conversed with his sister; but, as he turns 
and looks in her direction, appears gazing at groups to rear, 
and affects not to see him. Exit Maria.] 

Victor. I was looking for you, Martha. [She starts.] 
Martha. Why, how you startled me; when did you come? 
Victor. A few moments ago. What a bright and pleasant 

mornmg. Say, fair Martha, is it one of your radiant smiles that 

so illumes all nature ? 



OR, THE TyROLESE. 

Martka There, now, V- .-%SY"o,tft .S^^at 
told you I hate compliments? [Asiae.\ kj, uu 

""^L Pardonme; but, if not your .mile, surely 'tis then 
your brilliant eyes that make bright the lay. 

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a dance.] 

[Enter i«». Vost.ur and his daughter ^.ma, a lovely 
maiden. They advance to front. J 

Le,.« ro.(»c,-. Daughter, -^^^ *° l^lnrwhotln afflu- 
marked coolness that young man, ^f '^ f »*^^^^^^^^ 

-XtriS™ ■^rau^se^'.TeaTSt I do not, can not 
'^^■ros.ner. Why, Theresa, i. he not young, good-looking, 
and. as I have said, in affluent o"-e;^'-'»-\'„, „f hi„, „ever. 
Theresa. Admitting, dear father, a'l you saj 

"^irt^^^^ upon an -svver to my ,neJiom 
Why thus silent '; Why those -f ^'J^^^J^ft of ,^"1 1"- 
trwKStra;;!™rUpT^omryU man, perhaps 

'-^H "nT rr Ek not ::,rar- father. He is worthy 
the t;: oi any maiden, and deserving the esteem of all 

Vostiier. Name him, daughter '. 

^rr rcSe^t^ - certain,, but minrpo. 
erished circumstances, dependmg on his ciauy la ^ 



10 Theresa and Sebastian: 

means a suitable match for my only child, sole heiress of all 1 
possess ! Has Sebastian, without consulting me, presumed to 
address you ? 

Thertsa. No, father, he has never said a word of his affec- 
tion, never mentioned love. 

Vostner. What ! Never mentioned love ! And have you 
then, unsolicited, bestowed your affections ? 

Theresa. I know, well know, that Sebastian loves me. 

Vostner. How know you that he loves you? 

Theresa. Because, because — I know it. 

Vostner. An excellent reason, certainly — a striking example 
of woman's logic ! And now, Theresa, listen to me ! You have 
ever been a good and obedient daughter. I love you too well to 
command your submission to my expressed wishes, so shall but 
advise you not to be precipitate. Give Sebastian no encourage- 
ment, yet treat him with civility. Treat Basil with kindness 
and courtesy; perhaps in time you may learn to love him, and 
so of your own accord be al^le to comply with my wishes; which 
be assured, dear daughter, are for your happiness. 

Theresa. I will endeavor, dear father, to do as you say; yet 
think not I can ever love Basil Affland. 

Vostner. Well, well, my daughter, we will not converse fur- 
ther upon this subject at present. I understand this is to be a 
festive day with the village youth: go now, Theresa, and join the 
village maidens; I have some business to transact. Youth is 
the time for innocent pleasures; cares and troubles meet us as we 
advance in life. {Exit.} 

Theresa (soliloquizing). Dearest and best of fathers! would 
that I could in this, as in all things of the past, comply with 
your wishes; but how can I love Basil? how ever cease to love 
Sebastian? Ah, he comes! 

Sebastian. A pleasant morning, Theresa. The youths and 
maidens are about to dance: will you do me the honor to accept 
me as your partner. 

Theresa. Yes. [He takes her hand.] Oh, don't, please! 
You hurt my hand! 

Sebastian. Pardon me, but for what possible purpose is so 
pretty a hand, if not for pressing and kissing. [Raises and 
kisses her hand.] 

Theresa. Ha, ha, ha! None of your gallant speeches; just as 
though you did not say the same to each fair maiden with whom 
you converse. 

Sebastian. Ha, ha, ha! But indeed, you do me great injus- 
tice. Theresa, you must remember 'tis your fair sex, not ours, 
that has a reputation of fickleness. 

Theresa. 'Tis a slander, sir. Ha, ha, ha! And I well know 



OR, THE TyROLESE. 11 

he who wins my heart will possess it forever. My love could 
never know change. 

Sebastian. I believe you, fair Theresa. I for one could never 
doubt your constancy, and blessed among men is the one of whom 
you speak. Nevertheless, most charming Theresa, you may be 
the lovely exception that proves the rule. Ha, ha, ha! 

Theresa. Oh, Sebastian, how can you combine, as you do, 
flattery and slander. Ha, ha, ha! 

[With exception of commencement, the above does not take 
place at front, but as they stroll slowly to the rear.] 

[Advances to front Basil Affland.] 

Basil (aside). Again he is before me; I begin now to under- 
stand the recent coolness of Theresa. So then, that beggarly 
Sebastian is the cause! Let him beware of crossing my path, or 
prepare for the consequences. He who thwarts me in love, shall 
rue it! [Exit] 

[Enter Maria.'] 

Maria [soliloquizing]. How hard to hide from eyes of all, 
and most of all from his, my deep affection; how I blush to think 
that unsought I have bestowed my love; but who can know and 
not love him ? How little he dreams that he possesses my heart, 
while I to him am but as other maidens here, a friend, nothing 
more. His friendship and esteem is something to prize. Who 
knows but his present friendship may change to love ? Ah yes, 
who knows? 

[She retires a little back, when she is led by Raymond Lands- 
burg to those prepared for the dance, provided with castanets 
and tambourines that accompany music of orchestra; all dance 
to front of stage, when they stop, while six or eight maidens 
advance one or two paces and sing Tyrolese Maiden's Song.] 

TYROLKSE MAIDEN 's SONG. 

innocence and Mirth. 

Twin sisters of joy, 
As of Eden birth, 

Glee without alloy. 

Chokus. — Sound the castanet. 

Beat the tambourine. 
And let joy and mirth 
All around be seen. 

[All balance as described below.] 



12 Theresa and Sebastian: 

Youths and maidens meet, 

On this festive morn; 
And each other greet, 

With smiles that adorn. 

CHORUS. [All balance.] 

To join in the dance, 

Strangers all to guile, 
With but pleasant glance, 

Else with friendship's smile. 

CHORUS. [All balance.] 

While sound castanets. 

And the tambourine. 
That harmony sets 

To the joyous scene. 

Chorus. — Sound the castanet. 

Beat the tambourine, 
And let joy and mirth 
All around be seen. 

[While singing chorus, all, including singers of verses, will 
balance to partners, then for a moment or so will gaily dance 
to music of castanets and tamborines, and that of the orches- 
tra, that will also accompany voices of singers. After bal- 
ance and short dance, singers will again advance a step or two, 
whilst dancing at end of chorus, and balance; youths and 
maidens seem at times to address each other, when laughter 
should be heard. Singers will again advance a step or two, 
and sing next verse, after which follows chorus, balance and 
dance, as described, to l)e repeated till end of song, when 
dancers will retire, dancing, a short distance back,' same as 
they advanced. Then they will dance without singing a short 
time. At the front, whilst dancing, will be seen Theresa and 
Sebastian, Victor and Martha, Maria, and Raymond, Cecilia 
and her lover. At the conclusion of dance all will commence 
promenading across the stage; when at the side will continue some 
distance out of view, as walking in grove; then turn and re- 
peat. They walk in diiferent directions, so as to be seen cross- 
ing in opposite directions. Some more or less will always be 
in view, strolling sometimes as couplets, triplets, or in larger 
groups; occasionally single persons pass; sounds of voices, oc- 
casionally merry laughter should be heard, but not too loud, 
while parties are conversing or soliloquizing at front, to whom 
they form the background scene. When parties at front con- 



OR, THE TyROLESE. 15 

verse, strollers at rear will seem to be conversing in low tones. 
As they pass in view couples near rear may occasionally dance 
for a moment, then pass on; when, after a little, other cou- 
ples (one or two) may do the same sometimes (near rear of 
stage) at center, sometimes at side?; sometimes parties will 
stand in view, as conversing.] 

Basil Afflaml (advances to front.) Ah, yes! it is all plain 
now. He dares to cross my path, to rival me in love! — and now 
he shall experience my vengeance! Come weal or come woe, 
Theresa shall yet be mine! Her father and uncle both favor my 
suit, and if Sebastian was out of the way, all might yet be well! 
To slay him might not further my purpose; to disgrace him 
would be better; so I will watch and wait. My time will come, 
and then! and then! [Retires.'] 

[As Bax'd Affland walks a little back, his sister Cecilia crosses 
his path.] 

Cecilia. Why, Basil! ^^^ly, what makes you look so cross, 
so ugly ? 

Basil. Because I feel cross, feel ugly. Don't bother me. 

Cecilia. VVhy, brother, how hateful you are. [Aside, as she 
walks away.] I think some maiden has refused to dance with 
him, and I don't blame her, either, if he looked like that. 

[J(»ins three maidens passing, and walks from view conversing 
with them; will reappear soon further back, on the arm of Raij- 
moitd Landshurij; soon after passing near front with another 
youth. As Basil's sister leaves him. Basil walks to side; when 
aboiit to disappear, meets, coming in view, his mother.] 

Mi's. Affland. Why, my son, what ails you ? You look de- 
moniacal : 

Basil. And feel so, mother. Don't detain me. A devil is 
tugging at my heart; if he conquers, I shall become a very 
demon. 

[Rushes from sight: his mother stands gazing after him.] 

Mrs. Afflaitd (aside). Ah, I understand — Theresa Yostner 
has rejected him, I fear. But beauty and pride of the valley as 
she is called, she need not hold herself above my noble and 
handsome son. There is nol another maiden in the valley but 
would esteem herself honored by his attentions. But I must 
hasten after my son and endeavor to calm him — he is so violent, 
so terrible, when in his angry moods. [Exit.\ 



14 Theresa and Sebastian: 

[Sebastian advances to Maria, who now stands at front.] 

Sebastian. Ah, fair Maria! why now so pensive ? Are you 
fatigued from the dance ? 

Maria. Oh, no, not at all fatigued. 

Sebastian. Why then so sedate ? Please inform me of the 
subject of your meditation ? 

Maria (aside). Ah, did he but know ! [Ahiud.] A maiden's 
thoughts, sir, are her own. 

Sebastian. Very true, Maria; excuse me, please. Will you 
please accompany me in a walk ? 

Maria. With pleasure. 

[They walk from view, at the side.] 

[Enter English Dude (a Cockney), and Irish servant, Michael 
CfFlanigan.] 

Miehael. Now, yer honor, jist look at that [pointing to 
rear.] Did yer honor iver sea sitch a lot of pratey girls in all 
yer life I 

English Dude [raising his glass to his eye]. Ay, werry good- 
looking ; but cawnt compare with our Henglish girls. 

Michael [aside]. Pother his Henglish girls ; shore they 
couldn't hold a candle to thim. 

Dude (aside). Cawnt imagine why the Tourist's (iuide rec- 
ommends to tourists this 'orrid country. Don't compare with 
Hingland. Nothing but blarsted mountains, trees, rocks and 
waterfalls. 

Michael (who has been gazing to rear). Well, yer honor, 1 
hevent seen eny sitch pratey girls since I left ould Ireland. 
[Several couples commence dancing well to rear.] And look — 
see if they isent dancing they are. Now, I wonder ef I wars to 
ask one of thim pratey girls to dance with me, ef she would 
think it eny harm. Begorra, I will jist troy it, eny how. Shore 
its not Michael O'Planigan that's afraid to spake to a praty girl. 
Will yer honor plase to hold me shillaly till I come back ? 

Dude. What, ask me to hold your dirty stick ? Throw it on 
the ground. 

Michael (indignant). I will, not yer honor, [Aside] Och, the 
spalpeen! to call me splinded shillaly a dirty stick ; jist the 
foinest black-thorn iver cut in ould Ireland. Would jist loike 
to bat him wid it over the head ! Well, yer honor, I'm going 
to heve a dance. We'll show thim something of an Irish jig. 
Watch, yer honor, and see how jelious I will make thim foine- 
looking bys. 



OR, THE TyROLESE. 15 

[Goes to, and asks a young maiden, Rebecca, to dance, who 
sportively and smilingly consents. A merry group gather 
around them (save to front), seem greatly amused, laugh, and 
loudly applaud. Rebecca, whilst merrily dancing, sounds the 
castanets, some maidens looking on also sound castanets and 
tambourines, keeping time with orchestra, Michael, whilst 
dancing, flourishes his shillaly, and gives utterance occasionally 
to his "whoop-whoop. " At this time large numbers have com- 
menced dancing to rear of Rebecca and Michael. The Dude 
stands twirling his cane, or looks through his eye-glass at 
dancers and others; presently advances more to center and nearer 
dancers, and surveys Rebecca through his glass, when he attracts 
the attention of eight or ten maidens standing to one side of 
dancers. They look at him, then smilingly at each other; theii 
as amused at his appearance, approach him to one side and gaze 
curiously and smilingly at him. Dude turns and looks at them 
through his glass, when maidens, laughing, retire a short dis- 
tance; then, as i);<(fe turns again his attention to dancers, maid- 
ens, after a moment's consultation among themselves, rush for- 
ward to the astonished Dude and surround him, laughing whilst 
merrily dancing in a circle, of which Dude is the center. He 
attempts to escape from the circle of his fair tormentors, but 
the sportive girls foil all his attempts; he rushes from side to 
side, but is ever confronted by several laughing girls. He 
seems in great distress, and whilst endeavoring to escape keeps 
saying]: 

Dude. Awe, now, ladies, weally, young ladies, I cawut 
dance, you know. Awe now, pon honor, ladies! Awe now, 
please don't, ladies. Weally now, pon honor! 

[He finally escapes from the circle and rushes away to one side, 
pursued a short distance by the laughing girls. Dude, when 
fleeing, passes to front of slides so as to be longer in view; 
when about to disappear, pauses and raises his hands]: 

Dude. Orrible! Orrible! If this hisn't hawful! 

[Dude departs, to appear again at side when sounds the trumpet 
of messenger. The maidens then rush towards Michael and 
dance in a circle around him and Rebecca, but Michael, con- 
trary to Dude, far from being any way embarrassed, seems 
greatly delighted at their attention, and flourishing his shil- 
laly and giving utterance to his "whoop-whoops," dances all 
around the circle. After a little time will enter a messenger, 
the object being to have him break in upon the festivity when 



16 Theresa and Sebastian: 

merriment is at its height. At this time, to one side of dan- 
cers, may be seen dancing quite a number (a do/en) of young 
children, boys and girls. 

Enter Messenger, with trumpet, and looks a few moments 
towards dancers before sounding his trumpet. As trumpet 
sounds, dancers assume attitudes of surprise, then hasten to 
surround him ; others hasten in from side; w^hen he announces 
his message.] 

Messenger. War is declared ! Our enemies, the Bavarians, 
are marching in force towards our frontier. General Hofer has 
sent me to summon to his standard all such patriotic youths as 
are ready to lay down their lives in defense of their country's 
cause. Let all such assemble on the morrow, well-armed, and 
prepared to march at an early hour, under my guidance, to his 
camp. 

Village Youths and Monnimncers. Hurrah! Hurrah! To arms! 
To arms ! Our country's cause forever ! Death to the foe ! 
Death to the invaders I Death to the Bavarians ! 

[Loud blast of bugles, beating of drums. Presently Band, 
with Tyrolese flag, advances to front, aud station th^iselvea 
to right side of stage (left of audience). Presently appear the 
hunters who left ; they advance and sing a Tyrolese war-song. 
The position of band and flag is to their right and a little in 
advance of them. Villagers to right, left and rear. 

TYROLESE BATTLE SONG. 

Tyrolese, awaken unto your country's call ; 
Rally, ye sons of freedom, rally, one and all ! 
'Tis Liberty that beckons, pointing to our flag. 
And in her sacred cause no Tyrolese will lag. 
Chorus. (Sung by all males.) 

So, now, 'round our standard, 

Obeying Freedom's call. 
Rally, rally, mountaineers, 
Conquer, or else fall. 

The bugles are sounding, loud beat the drums to arms; 
Let's prove to the invader, war for us has charms, 
That, 'round our banner waving proudly to the breeze, 
Will rally from our mountains each brave Tyi'olese. 
Chorus: So, now, 'round our standard, 
Obeying Freedom's call. 



OR, THE TyROLESE. 17 

Rally, rally, mountaineers. 
Conquer, or else fall. 

On, Tyrolese, and combat for our country's cause; 
In the name of Liberty, never, never pause, 
Until every foeman flees in wild dismay, 
Before the front of freemen's battle's dread array. 

Chorus: So, now, 'round our standard, 
Obeying Freedom's call, 
Rally, rally, mountaineers, 
Conquer, or else fall. 

[At end of each verse, after chorus, band will give forth crash 
of music, while villagers shout and hurrah, some maidens 
waving scarfs and handkerchiefs. A. maiden, at close of song, 
may take from hand of standard-bearer the standard, and step 
to the front of hunters. If preferred, music can be rendered 
by orchestra, but flag-bearer should stand to right of hunters 
singing.] 

Tableau. Red Light. 

Curtain. 



ACT SECOND. 

Time, one month later. 

Scene First. Same as First Act. 

[Present at front, Louis and Joseph Vostner; somewhat further 
back, Victor Norhorn and his sister Maria; also Martha, 
Cecilia and lover, and other groups. Further back, and also 
at the rear, several groups of villagers, male and female; the 
last named may be passing as traversing street back of grove; 
also, some children of diflerent ages. Some groups wdl be all 
males, some all females, others mixed. When sounds the 
alarm-bell, bugle and drum, those at and near rear will hasten 
towards sound and disappear from view, while others are seen 
hastily crossing stage at rear, same direction (street of village); 
when enters Messenger, with bugler and the drummer, they 



18 Theresa and Sebastian: 

will appear with him, as will many others. Prior to entrance 
of Messenger, all present appear as excited or anxious; no 
laughter is heard; only buzz of conversation. Excitement in- 
creases when sounds the alarm-bell; this applies to those who 
remain, as well as to those who depart. ] 

Louis Vostner. Sad news, if true! 

Joseph Vostner. Yes, very sad; but we must hope for the 
best. Our brave Tyrolese have been gone but one month, and 
now the rumor is that our forces have been driven back by over- 
whelming numbers, and that some of the enemy are within a 
few days' march of our village. 

[Enter Theresa and Baymond.] 

Theresa. Oh, then they will soon be here. What shall we do ? 

Raymond. Be not alarmed, Theresa ; our village is too se- 
cluded, and our principal mountain passes too well guarded, for 
the enemy to surprise us. 

Leivis Vostner. And the reported enemies cannot be in force, 
but are probably some small body. But hark! — some more bad 
news, I fear! 

[A bugle is heard, then rattling of drum, and presently sound of 
village bell, back and to one side. ] 

Raymond. Yes, a messenger must have arrived. 

[Messenger, with trumpet, appears at rear and advances to front; 
also a drummer, beating his drum. They are followed by a 
large number of villagers, male and female, mostly the last 
named; also some children. Messenger sounds again the 
trumpet. Enter others at side, mostly aged persons, and 
maidens, as are the others; among them Sebastian.] 

Messenger. A body of Bavarians are approaching in the di- 
rection of an unguarded pass of the mountains to the north! 

Joseph Vostner. What is to be done in this emergency ? The 
danger is imminent, and nearly all our young men are absent 
with General Hofer, or else guarding the more accessible passes. 

Leiois Vostner. I would advise, that some messenger be sent 
to General Hofer, acquainting him of our danger, and requesting 
assistance. I will not deny the mission is one of great danger, 
as the messenger may fall into the hands of the enemy, M^hen 
death awaits him. Nevertheless, as the safety of all is at stake, 
who among you is ready to encounter the danger? 



OR, THE TyROLESE. 19 

Ragmond (to Theresa). If none other offer, I shall go. 
Theresa. Raymond, do not think of such a thing; you would 
certainly be killed. 

[After a short delay Sebastian Freilitz steps forward. ] 

Sebastian. I am ready, sir, to go upon the mission, and will 
start at once, 

[At this announcement both Theresa and Maria start and show 
emotion. ] 

Lewis Vostner. Brave youth! But, Sebastian, have you con- 
sidered well the danger ? 

Sebastian. Speak not, sir, of danger, where honor and duty 
call. 

Lewis Vostner. Ah, a noble reply! well worthy of a Tyrolese. 
Go, then, brave youth, and may heaven bless and protect you! 

Theresa (advancing). Sebastian, I never dreamed of this. 
But I know well, after that reply, it were vain to endeavor to 
detain you; and I know that a Tyrolese maiden has also her part 
in time of war; if 'tis but to suffer in her country's cause. [Goes 
to her father and rests her head weeping upon his shoulder.] 

Lewis Vostner. Well said, my daughter. Sebastian, behold 
here the reward of valor! Perform successfully this mission of 
danger, and my daughter Theresa shall be your bride. 

Sebastian. I could hope for no greater reward this side of 
heaven! Be assured, dear sir, I shall accomplish this mission, 
or perish in the attempt! 

Theresa (approaching Sebastian). For my sake, dear Sebas- 
tian, be prudent! 

{Maria, when Vostner ceases speaking, with downcast looks, de- 
parts. ] 

Sebastian. Yes, dear Theresa, as prudent as duty, honor and 
circumstances will permit. [Taking her hand. ] And now, There- 
sa, farewell, till I shall return to claim my sweet reward. 

Theresa. Heaven bless and guard you, dear .Sebastian! OJa! 
how can I let you go? But since go you must, farewell, fare- 
well! 

Sebastian. Farewell, dearest. [Raises and kisses her hand.] 
Farewell, friends! I go to prepare for my immediate departure. 

Raymond. Cheers for our brave friend Sebastian! 

Villagers. Hurrah, hurrah, hurrah! [Exit Sebastian.] 

Raymond. I think it would be advisable to send a few scouts 



20 Theresa and Sebastian: 

in the direction of the approaching foes, to observe their move- 
ments. I will also go to the guarded passes and see if^a few ri- 
flemen cannot be spared to go meet and harass, and so retard the 
march of the Bavarians as to allow time for the expected succor 
to arrive. 

Joseph Vosdier. An excellent suggestion, my young friend, 
and I will attend to sending the scouts. 

Rcujmond. Then I will go immediately to the passes. 

[Exit Rmjmond: soon after Joseph Vostner.'\ 

[Immediately after departure of Sehastia/i, Lewis Vostner and 
Theresa take their departure, she weeping upon his arm. 
Then Joseph Vostner and Raijmond ad ance to front and con- 
verse, then dej)art as seen back; as also Messenger and drum- 
mer (latter beating drum), and all present; most of them fol- 
lowing drummer, except Victor Norhorn and his sister Maria, 
and Martha, Cecilia and lover. Then Cecilia and lover ad- 
vance to front, when those back will depart soon as chey 
commence speaking, so none but the two lovers are in view.] 

Cecilia. Why, oh say, why didn't you volunteer — and I 
thought you so brave! 

Lover. I did think of it, but thought it would break your 
dear little heart if I did. 

Cecilia. Break my heart! Ha, ha, ha! No indeed, sir; 'tis 
not so easily broken, sir; just as though I did not have pleuty of 
lovers. Ha, ha, ha! 

Lover. Ha, ha, ha! Ah, Cecilia, ah, Cecilia, what little 
maiden was that who, at the breaking out of the war, begged 
and prayed and almost cried her pretty eyes out till I promised 
not to go — say, Cecilia! Ha, ha, ha! 

Cecilia (looking away for a moment, as if embarrassed; then 
first whirling and spinning around and around). Oh, then I was 
only in fun — just making believe; and you really thought I was 
in earnest! Ha, ha, ha! 

Lover (aside). Xow is my time. I will see if I have suffi- 
cient brains for the occasion. If that was the case, and that is 
the way you view matters, I will go now and see Sebastian. 
Perhaps I may prevail on him to let me go in his place; other- 
wise I will join the scouts to be sent to meet the foe. Clood-by, 
Cecilia. 

[Cec«7«a runs to and in front of him, clasping her hands.] 

Cecilia. No, no, no! Oh, don't go ; please don't go. 
Lover. Oh, I see, as before, you are only iu fun just making 
believe. Good-by. 



OR, THE TyROLESE. 21 

Cecilia. No, no. Oh, oh, that was only one of my wicked 
little fibs; indeed it was. Don't, please don't leave me. 

Lover. Yes, I must go. You won't miss me. You have 
plenty of lovers, you know ! 

[Cecilia clinging to his arm and crying.] 

Cecilia. But — but — I don't love any of them — but — but — 
you! 

Lover. But, Cecilia, you will soon got over that ; your heart 
is not so easily broken. 

Cecilia (sobbing). Yes, yes, 'twill break my heart! Indeed, 
'twill break my heart. I pray you, I beg — I implore you — don't 
go. Please don't leave me. 

Lover. Well, dear, I will remain — upon one condition. 

Cecilia. Yes, yes, I will promise. Yes, I promise. 

Lover. Well, fair Cecilia, up to the present time you have 
refused to name the time of our wedding. Should I remain, 
just one month from to-day is to be the wedding day. 

Cecilia. Yes, yes, dear — just one month from to-day. 

Lover. The first day of September. 

Cecilia. Yes, yes, oh yes — first day of September. 

Lover. Half-past 10 o'clock in the morning. 

Cecilia. Yes, dear — oh yes — half-past ten o'clock in the morn- 
ing. 

Lover. Then, dearest, I will remain. [Kisses her hand; then 
draws it through his arm and departs, Cecilia half crying.] 

Cecilia. I never thought you would treat me so — be so, so 
cruel — so, so unkind — as, as to want — to, to go and leave me- 
to, to go and be killed. {Exit.'\ 

[Enter Basil Affiand. ] 

Basil. So my claims are ignored, and Theresa's father accepts 
of Sebastian as suitor for the fair hand of his daughter. This is 
indeed the hour of Sebastian's triumph. Mine is yet to come, 
and soon. Yes, his doom is sealed — Sebastian shall die, and 
before many days. Scouts are to be sent out to watch the foe. 
I shall be one of them. If Sebastian escapes the bullets of the 
Bavarians, he shall not escape the bullet from my rifle. If I 
cannot win Theresa's heart, I can and will cause it to suifer. 
She shall regret the day she preferred Sebastian's love to mine. 
Sooner than yield her to his embrace I would pierce with my 
dagger her heart; dye my hand in her heart's blood, and that of 
Sebastian. But I must hasten to enroll myself among the scouts, 
or else lose my chance for vengeance. [Lxit.'\ 



22 Theresa and Sebastian: 

Scene Second, 

On front slides. Woods, or landscape showing woods, and 
mountains, not distant. 

[As curtain rises, is heard as to right (of audience), faint or dis- 
tant taps of drums, as of troops marching. Appears from left 
(of audience) a Tyrolese rifleman, bugle slung by his side; he 
halts and stands as viewing the marching Bavarians (invisible 
to audience). Presently he is joined by eleven other riflemen 
coming from same direction; as they join him, Comrade A, 
pointing to enemy]: 

Comrade A. Behold the invaders! 

Comrade B. Too many to attack with our small force. 

Comrade C. True. But then, the boy we saw a short dis- 
tance back said he saw a number of our riliemen pass this way 
less than two hours ago. Could we join them, the case would 
be different. 

Comrade D. Yes, but how find them ? If we sound the 
bugle, 'twill put the enemy on the alert. 

Comrade A. We will inquire of the aged shepherd approach- 
ing. 

Comrade D. Yes, best question him. 

[Enter aged shepherd with crook, coming from direction of foe. ] 

Comrade A. Friend, have you seen any of our riflemen pass- 
ing this way ? 

Shejiherd. Yes, my young friends; a number of them passed 
here a little over an hour ago. 

Comrade E. How many of them, and did they say whence 
they came ? 

Shepherd. Nine or ten. I understood that they came from 
the village just on the opposite side of the mountain. 

Comrade B. Then they must be the scouts Raymond Lands- 
burg said were to be sent from the village. 

Comrade C. Undoubtedly the same. 

Shepherd. Then you must be the riflemen from the passes of 
the mountains, they expected to unite with them at this point; 
and I have a message for you. They told me, did I meet you, 
1 was to tell you that they would gain the front of the enemy, 
and if the foe appeared in view when you arrived here, for you 
to follow close in their rear, so as to assist them when they 
found a favorable place to attack. 

Comrade A. Thank you, my friend. Well, comrades, let us 



OR, THE TyROLESE. 23 

follow in pursuit. We will make it lively for the invaders be- 
fore long. 

Comrades. Yes! yes! Onward! onward! [Disappear in di- 
rection of enemy. ] 

Shepherd (looking after them). Brave youth! brave youth! 
Would that I was also a young man, so as at this time to be 
carrying a rifle in place of this shepherd's crook. [Exit.} 



Scene Third. 

A woodland glade; back scene, mountains as near. 

[Will be seen, standing at parade rest, a company of Bava- 
rian soldiers. The line is not formed across the stage, but 
lengthwise, midway to sides. At head of line stand two lieu- 
tenants, one of them leaning upon his sword. The captain is 
seen marching back and forth, front of company. Is seen 
also a standard- bearer, two drummers and a liugler. Pres- 
ently appears at rear a sergeant, who approaches captain and 
salutes.] 

Captain. Your report ? 

Sergeant. A Tyrolese rifleman is coming down the side of the 
mountain, and will be here soon. 

Captain. To your post. 

[Sergeant takes his place at head of company. ] 

Captain. Attention, company. [Company comes to position 
of order arms.] We will form here an ambuscade each side of 
the road. When you hear me order the man to surrender, you 
will rush forth, surround and take him prisoner. Be careful 
not to injure him, as we must secure him as guide over the 
mountains. Unfix bayonets. [Men unfix bayonets and come 
back to order arms.] Carry arms! Front rank, as you are I 
Rear rank, right about face ! To cover, quick step, march ! 

[Lines march in different directions, as faced. A lieutenant ac- 
companies each line, and attends to placing men, then seeks 
cover. Captain looks to right and left, and then seeks cover 
well back. Presently appears at rear Sebastian ; he looks 
carefully around ; then, assured, marches to near front. The 
Bavarians, as behind trees, though visible to audience, are 
supposed to lie hid from view of the Tyi-olese. ] 

Captain. Surrender ! 
Sebastian. Never. 



24 Theresa and Sebastian: 

[Turning, he will level his rifle at captain, when it will be struck 
up by musket of one of the Bavarians (rifle exploding), all of 
whom, at sound of captain's voice, rush forth and surround 
him. After a gallant struggle, he is overpowered, disarmed 
and made prisoner.] 

Bavarian Captain. Now, fellow, listen to me. We are on 
the way to take possession of some mountain passes in this 
neighborhood, but we have learned that your comrades are so 
posted as to roll down stones and fragments of rocks upon us. 
I understand there is another way, difficult indeed, but not im- 
practicable, by which we may avoid these annoyances. It must 
be known to you. Conduct us safely, and you shall be hand- 
somely rewarded; deceive us, and your life shall pay the forfeit! 
Guard him, Sergeant. [This time company will be formed 
as before, but will be close to left side audience.] Form 
company! [When Sergeant leads, and places Sebastian at their 
head.] 

Captain. Fix bayonets. Carry arms! 

Sergeant. Now, my fine fellow, show us the right way! 

Captain. Sergeant, w^atch him close. Upon the least sign of 
treachery, shoot him through the head! Attention, company. 
Kight face! Forward, march! Left wheel, march! Support 
arms. 

[They disappear with drummer playing; sounds of drum grow 
fainter. Soon as Bavarians disappear from view, will appear at 
left, near rear, twelve Tyrolese riflemen, same as seen in pre- 
ceding scene.] 

Comrade A. Strange, if our comrades are in front of the 
enemy, we do not hear the music of their rifles. 

Comrade B, Be patient. We will hear the report of their 
rifles soon, never fear. 

Comrade C. Yes, the foe is getting well into the mountains. 
Our comrades will attack soon. 

Comrade A. Well, let us proceed, so as to be in supporting 
distance. 

Comrade D. Yes, yes. Let us keep them in view. 

Several Comrades. Onward! onward! 

[They advance to where disappeared the Bavarians, stand a 
brief moment as if reviewing the retiring foe, then follow in 
pursuit. ] 



OR, THE TyROLESE. 25 

ScE^E Fourth. 

Wild mountain scenery to rear; rocky cliffs and evergreen 
trees, as not distant; front, woods. 

[is heard distant tap of drum as approaching (to the right side 
audience. Near the front appear on the run nine Tyrolese 
scouts. Among them is Basil Afflaiid ; when in view they 
stop as behind trees, and look back at approaching foe.] 

Basil Afflancl I tell you, comrades, that the traitor acting 
as guide to the enemy is Sebastian. Though distant, I recognized 
him at the first glance. 

Comrade No. 1. Impossible, Basil! Sebastian would be the 
last one among us to turn traitor. 

Comrade No. 2. Yes, yes — the very last. 

Basil. I say 'tis he — ^I can swear to it. 

Comrade No. 3. No, no, Basil; you are mistaken. 

Basil. I am not. But be the traitor who he may, leave him 
to the bullet of my rifle. 

[They speed to back of the stage, then stand looking towards 
front in direction whence will appear Bavarians; the louder 
beat of their drum showing they are not distant. ] 

Basil. Now, comrades, when appears the traitor I will shoot 
him down. Then you will see I am right. 

Comrade No. 4. Not from here. This is no place to make a 
stand; let us go to the top of yonder cliff that commands the 
road. [Points upward and to one side and rear, left side of 
audience. ] 

Several Comrades. Yes, to the cliff ! Top of the cliff ! Sum- 
mit of cliff I 

[They disappear, when presently march into view the company 
of Bavarians; Sebastian at their head. He turns to the right 
and walks toward the rear.] 

Captain. Right wheel, march! 

[When all are in view, and have wheeled as commanded, the 
, Captain having first gazed around.] 

Captain. Halt! [Company halts, Sebastian walks a few 
paces to one side from them.] 



26 Theresa and Sebastian: 

Captain. Where are you leading us to, fellow? {Sebastian is 
silent, but steps farther away.] 

Captain. Speak wretch! Have you dared to betray us? 

Sebastian. No, Captain, I have not betrayed you. ' You com- 
pelled me to march before you; but could you expect a Tyrolese 
youth would assist you to destroy his native village? [Folds his 
arms, and bravely faces head of company.] 

Captain. Blow out his brains. [The sergeant fires, Sebastian 
falls as dead.] 

Captain (walking to front of stage). [Aside.] Ah, poor fel- 
low! 1 was too hasty in vay command. A noble youth, a true 
patriot! But it cannot be helped now. [Returning to near the 
head of the company.] 

Captain. Attention, company! Break ranks! Rest, march! 

[Men break ranks, and rest, some sitting with backs to trees, 
others prostrate themselves on the ground, some stand, lean- 
ing on their muskets, some go and view the fallen patriot, and 
others still take out and light pipes and smoke. The sergeant, 
immediately after firing, reloads his musket.] 

Captain (addressing lieutenant). That was an unpleasant 
piece of business. 

Lieutenant. Yes, but justifiable. 

Captain. Sergeant, can you not enliven us with one of your 
stirring battle songs? 

Sergeant. I will try, captain. [Steps to the front and sings 
battle song; standard bearer and drummer to his right. ] 

bavarian battle song. 

(Orchestral accompaniment. ) 

Bavarians, Bavarians! 
Our country calls to arms, 
And where is the Bavarian 
That dreadeth war's alarms? 
Whose soul is not awakened 
When the drums and bugles call, 
Who feareth for his countr}- 
To combat or e'en to fall? 

So march forth unto the combat, 
Brave comrades, one and all, 
Where is heard the stirring music 
Of drum and trumpet call! 
Ah, hear ye not the rattle 



OR, THE TyROLESE. 27 

Of the musket in the tight, 
The clashing of the sabers, 
The bombs bursting in their flight? 

Bavarians, Bavarians! 

Rally around our flag, 

That amid the charging squadrons 

Is never seen to lag! 

When loudest roar the cannon, 

It is ever in the van! 

So, comrades, around our banner 

Now rally to a man! 

[Comrades applaud. Drvimmers beat a roll. ] 
(kiptain. Thank you sergeant; very well sung. 

[Sebastiati revives, utters a few groans: raises himself on one el- 
bow and looks around.] 

Strgeant. The man is alive; shall I finish him? (Brings for- 
ward his musket.] 

Captain. No, no, poor devil! Since he has outlived that shot 
we will not kill him in cold blood. See what can be done to re- 
lieve him. Prepare a litter and carry him back with us to the 
camp at Innspruck. 

Sebastian. Water, water! For heaven's sake give me water! 

[A Bavarian soldier, kneeling, raises his head, whilst a comrade 
gives him water from a canteen. A lieutenant then goes 
to him, looks at him, presents to kneeling soldier supporting 
Sebastian a handkerchief, which soldier binds around his head. ] 

Lieutenant (designating them with sword). You four will car- 
ry the wounded man. Unfix l)ayonets! [Then, addi-essing a 
soldier.] Your blankets! .[Soldier takes off his knapsack and 
unrolls his blankets]. 

Lieutenant. You two [of those with unfixed bayonets], pre- 
pare litter. Be lively. 

[Blanket being spread out upon the ground, a soldier kneels on 
each side of same, and rolls edges around his musket, securing 
with cords, when Sebastian is placed upon litter, and, at 
command of captain to form company, will be raised and car- 
ried to rear, so that when company is formed they will be hid- 
den from view as they march away. When company is re- 



28 Theresa and Sebastian: 

formed it will stand close to rear, this time across stage, so 
when at right face to march straight from view. ] 

Captain. Attention! Form company! Order arms! Fix ba- 
yonets! Carry arms! Right face! Forward, march! [Then, 
later]: Right shoulder arms! 

[Troops disappear whence disappeared the Tyrolese scouts. Soon 
as Bavarians have disappeared, appear from side near front 
two lovely Tyrolese shepherdesses, crooks in their hands; they 
proceed timidly to rear, listening to the Bavarian drums dis- 
tinctly heard when they have arrived near to the rear. The 
successive reports of nine rifles are heard to left and rear to 
audience, well up, as tired from summit of clitf (this is neces- 
sary, in order to distinguish shots of Tyrolese scouts from 
tiring of Bavarians), when is heard the bugle of the Bavarians 
and rapid roll of their drums. At report of rities shepherd- 
esses will appear startled, and then will hasten on to rear to 
obtain view of the enemy, then will scream, turn and tly 
whence thej^ came; when will immediately appear eight Bava- 
rian soldiers, as deployed skirmishers. They api)ear at same 
side as they left, but at opening just front of where they de- 
parted; when in view three will halt as behind trees, other 
rive will cross to directly opposite side of stage and stand as 
behind trees; two of them might stand same side at opening 
next nearest front. Then they will, one or two, sometimes 
three, aim and fire to left and rear; aiming high, as firing at 
the, to audience, invisible Tyrolese on the clitf. This they, 
as behind trees, w411 continue to do, whilst reports of their 
comrades' muskets are heard from time to time in direction 
whence they came, as well as reports of Tyrolese rifles fired 
as at considerable elevation (near top of stage), as fired from 
summit of clitf. Presently a Bavarian, to right side, will 
stagger wildly back and appear to fall outside view of audi- 
ence; comrades will look toward where he is supposed to lay. 
When those in view have fired each three or four times, will 
be heard the bugle of Tyrolese riflemen on the cliff", when will 
be heard far to opposite side, right of audience, and as nearer 
front, faint, as distant sounds of a bugle. When heard the 
last named bugle, Bavarians in view will appear startled, will 
appear to listen to the bugle, then look at one another, when 
the three Bavarians at left (audience) will shoulder their 
muskets, and, at double-quick, will disappear in direction of 
main body of their comrades, reports of whose muskets con- 
tinue to be heard, replied to by Tyrolese riflemen on the cliff". 
They are immediately followed by their five comrades ; as 



OR, THE TyROLESE. 29 

tkese last are about to disappear, a Tyrolese rifleman steps in 
view from side tliey left (right of audience, but little nearer 
front), and fires upon them, when one of them, staggenng as 
badly wounded, is assisted by a comrade, and, staggering, dis- 
appears. His comrades wheel and fire at the Tyrolese, who 
falls back into the arms of a comrade that then appears, and 
steps back from view with him. Bavarians then, at double- 
. quick, disappear. When hid from view, appear at tiie place 
they stood when firing at riflemen on the clifl", four Tyrolese, 
who fire in the direction of retreating Bavarians. As these 
riflemen stand reloading, six Tyrolese come m view, pass them 
and pass to opposite side of stage, and, as behind trees, tire 
in direction of Bavarians, whose muskets continue to be 
heard, as also reports of rifles of Tyrolese firing from summit 
of cliff". When Tyrolese in view have fired a few times, 
enter near front EnqUsli Dude and servant {Michael Jf kim- 
rian). Whilst they speak, firing ceases, and Tyrolese in view 
appear as watching for sight of foe, who are hid behind treesj. 

Michael (fFlanigan. Now, yer honor, but isn't this jist 
splinded. Isn't we in luck— jist in time for a fight! Come now, 
yer honor, let us help the bys. 

Dude. What do you mean, you crazy Hirishman .' How can 
we help them when we have no guns ? . 

Michael. Och, pother the guns! Isn't yer honor got yer pis- 
tols, and isn't I me shillaly [flourishing it], me trusty shillaly. 
So come, now, let us jine the bys! 

Dude. What, and get my 'ead shot ofl' • , , ^ 

Michael. Och, pother the head! What ef yer honor does get 
yer head shot oft?-can't ye tell the people ye ware m a big 
fight, and what a haro ye ware ? So come now, yer honor, be 
raisonable, and let us have a little divarsion. 

[Firing heard. Michael, at reports, jumps up and does whoop- 
ing. Then firing ceases. ] 

Michael. Well, yer honor, ef ye won't go wid me, shure it's 
alone I will go. . , , -j 

Dude. What, leave me without a servant m this oiria 
blarsted country ? ^;,.ov 

Michael. Can't help it, yer honor; I must have a little divar- 
sion. [Loud firing heard.] Did yer honor iver hear tell ot a 
fight, and niver an Irishman in it? 

[Firing heard. Is heard the bugle of riflemen on the cliffs ; also 
bugle of those in view; then a loud blast of a bugle to right 
side, near front, as close at hand.] 



30 Theresa and Sebastian: 

Michael. Och, begorra, but here comes some more of the 
illigant bys. But don't they look foine, yer honor ? 

[When is heard last bugle, Tyrolese in sight and on the cliffs 
shout and hurrah. Appears at right side (of audience) and 
near front, at double-quick, a company of Tyrolese; they ap- 
pear hurrahing; when in view, wheel to right and rear; num- 
ber thirty or forty. As they appear in view, the riflemen at 
rear, hurrahing, rush from sight to left, at rear, after retreat- 
ing foe. As they begin to disappear, a crash of muskets is 
heard from retreating Bavarians, when a Tyrolese falls as 
shot; a comrade stops and hastens to him, and kneels by his 
side.] 

Rifleman. My brother! — my brother! 

Michael. Och, the murdering spalpeens to go shouting down 
a poor by, jist becase he's definding his country. [Then, as dis- 
appear the last company of Tyrolese. ] Good-by , yer honor ; 
I'm going along wid these bys, jist to have a little divarsion! 

Diide. No, siree, it cawn't be done. You are not to leave 
me. We must be together. [Seizes Michael by the collar of his 
coat. ] 

Michael. And it's not to lave you I am; and it's to be to- 
gither we are! Well, then, yer honor, I will not lave you. and 
togither we will be; for faith it's go wid me ye shall. [Seizes 
hold of the Dvde, ajid shoves him before him in direction of 
combatants.] 

Dude (struggling). Unhand me, you rascal, do you want to 
get me killed? Help! Murder! 

Michael (shoving him along. ) Do ye call it murder, going 
to have a little sport ? 

[Then, as sound of bugles, roll of drums and loud crash of 
muskets is heard in the direction of combatants, hurls him 
aside, when Dude falls, but scrambles up and flees away. ] 

Michael (jumping up and down and flourishing his shillaly). 
Whoop! whoop! I'm coming, me bys! Whoop, whoop, hurrah! 

[Exit] 

[Enter at rear five Bavarian prisoners, guarded by three Tyro- 
lese, who come a little towards the front. The two shepherd- 
esses, with a shepherd boy, appear near front, and stand gaz- 
ing at prisoners; also, further back, a number of people, men 
and women, who go to rear, as do the shepherdesses, to view 
combatants. A company of eighteen or twenty Tyrolese rifle- 



OR, THE TyROLESE. 31 

men are seen, at double-quick, crossing at rear in direction of 
combatants. Those present hurrah as they pass. 
Curtain falls, but rises immediately for concluding scene of 
this Act.] 

Note.— It would be best, I think, for Managers to engage for military 
scenes, some Military Company when possible, as such would be drilled in 
the manual of arms, in marching, etc., and would have uniforms that might 
answer for Bavarian soldiers when seen as such. When as Tyrolese riflemen, 
of course, they would be seen in costumes of Tyrolese riflemen. They should, 
however, always be armed with muzzle-loading guns: when as Bavarians, 
ordinary muzzle-loading muskets, when as TjTolese liflemen, or Hunters, then 
with muzze-loading short-barreled rifles, as in general use among the Tyro- 
lese. In first act thej^ would appear as Tyrolese youth. 



Scene Fifth. 

Cottage and grove. Home of Lewas Vostner. 

Enter Levns Vostntr and Raymond. ] 

Lewis Vostner. One month has passed since the departure of 
Sebastian! Noble and heroic youth! he has undoubtedly sacri- 
ficed his life at the call of duty and patriotism. 

Raymond. Ah, yes! the gallant feUow has undoubtedly kept 
well his promise at departure, to accomplish his mission or per- 
ish in the attempt. 

Lewis Vostner. He cannot be living, or we should certainly 
have heard from him. My sweet ^child, Theresa, seems nearly 
heart-broken, though she endeavors to conceal as much as possi- 
ble her grief; but when I come upon her suddenly I often find 
her in tears. 

Raymond. Well may she weep for Sebastian. He was wor- 
thy of her tears; loved or esteemed by all. 

Lewis Vostner. My daughter's grief is too violent to last. I 
think, when she recovers her peace of mind, 1 may prevail upon 
her to receive the attentions of Basil Affland. He was very 
devoted, and had received my permission to address her ; but 
when I discovered her aflfection for Sebastian, I did not like to 
force her into compliance with my wishes. When Sebastian, in 
compliance with the calls of duty and patriotism, volunteered to 
undertake that perilous mission, I consented to his suit, and 
promised him the hand of Theresa ; but now that he is no more, 
I think Basil may in time win her afifections. 

Raymond. I think not; and pardon me for saying, I think 
your daughter was wiser in her preference than yourself. I know 



32 Theresa and Sebastian: 

Basil better than you do. He is prone to anger, easily excited, 
and very vindictive. 

Lewis Vostaer. Why, Raymond, you surprise me. I know 
not, then, whom I shall choose for Theresa's husband. 

Raymond. I know of one, sir, who would be most happy to 
win for his own your charming daughter. 

Lewis Vostne7\ Name him! Your recommendation would go 
a great way with me. 

Raymond. Well, sir, you would not have far to go to find 
him. 

Leivis Vostner. What, Raymond, yourself? Give me your 
hand! I should be both happy and proud to call you son. I 
know that Theresa greatly esteems you, and 't will be easy for 
you, when she recovers her peace of mind, to win her atfections. 

Raymond. Many thanks, sir, for your good opinion and kind 
wishes. But Sebastian, should he return, has a prior claim. 
One more worthy than he is not to be found. In that case, 
Theresa's love for him, and your promise, would bar out all 
other suitors. 

Lewis Vostner. Very true, Raymond; only bear in mind, in 
case Sebastian does not return, I shall hope some day to see my 
daughter Theresa your bride. 

Raymond. Thanks, sir. Suppose we go inquire if there is 
further news of our returning volunteers. 

[Enter Theresa.] 

Theresa. Oh, why, why, did I consent Co Sebastian's leaving 
me! Well do I know, it was for my sake, hoping to gain my 
dear father's esteem and consent to his suit, that prompted him 
to undertake that perilous adventure; and now he is dead! he is 
dead. 

[Enter Joseph Vostner. ] 

Joseph Vostner. Dear niece, do I again find you weeping, 
mourning for your loss? 

Theresa. Ah, dear uncle, how can I but weep? 

Joseph Vostner. You know well, dear Theresa, how deeply I 
sympathize with you; but tears cannot recall the dead. Re- 
member we have duties towards the living. So, for your dear 
father's sake, endeavor to suppress your grief. Remember there 
are worse things than death, as shame and dishonor. Sebastian 
died a hero's death! While we mourn, we can yet feel proud of 
him; his name is on the lips of all. 

Theresa. What you state, renders him all the dearer to me; 
I can but weep. [Weeps bitterly.] 



OR, THE TyROLESE. 33 

[Enter Lewis Vostnrr and Bni/mond.] 

Lewis Vostner. Ah, dearest daughter, still indulging your 

sorrow? Brother, can you not prevail but who conies ! 

Joseph Vostner. 'Tis Basil Affland. 

[Enter Basil.'] 

Raymo)i.d. Welcome Basil! What news from over the mount- 
ains? 

Basil. It grieves me to the soul to be the bearer of such in- 
telligence to the friends of Sebastian. 

Theresa. Sebastian! It is all over, then; and, as we feared, 
he is murdered! 

Basil. No, Theresa, he is safe enough; he was too wise to 
i-isk. that precious life for our sakes. He has, on the contrary, 
obtained promotion — ^been made a leader of the Bavarian troops; 
their guide, at least. 

Theresd. Oh, oh! basest of men! Vile calumniator! And do 
you think this tale will obtain credit here? Sebastian a guide to 
the enemy's forces! Sebastian a traitor! Would, I could think 
your assurance of his being alive, less false than all the rest of 
your story. 

Raymond. Present proof of what you say, or answer to me 
for defamation of my friend Sebastian, who we have so long 
mourned as dead. 

Basil. The proof is at hand; there are two close by whom I 
will now l)ring, that have in their possession a letter, which will 
prove I am neither a liar nor a slanderer. [Exit. ] 

^ Theresa. It is his malice only; he repeats what he cannot 
possibly believe. Surely no man can doubt Sebastian would die 
a thousand deaths rather than commit such an act. 

Joseph Vostner (addressing his l)rother). I hope she may be 
right; but, having seen more of life than the innocent Theresa, 
I cannot place the same confidence in human virtue. 

[Enter Basil and two village authorities. ] 

Basil. I am sorry, Theresa, that my duty to my country 
obliged me to deliver this paper into the hands of the public 
authorities. When you have read it, you will perhaps be less 
ready to accuse nie of calumny. 

[He presents Theresa a letter, unsealed. She eagerly peruses it, 
clasps her hands together, totters a few steps, and falls famt- 
2 



34 Theresa and Sebastian: 

ing into the arms of her father: then partly revives, and 
stands leaning and weeping on his bosom. Basil ajid com- 
panions who entered with him stand at distance gazing on 
Theresa and father. Raymond picks up and reads the letter 
T/ierem let fall.] 

Raymond. What! Sebastian's handwriting? Sebastian's sig- 
nature? [Reads aside.] "Dearest Theresa, I cannot let the 
messenger go without one line from my own hand, to your own 
dear self. You will, no doubt, feel surprised that I should have 
been induced to become a guide to the enemy's forces, but I do 
not think you will blame me under the circumstances. How 
otherwise could I act? Yours, ever faithfully, Sebastian 
Freileitz." What! Sebastian a traitor! Who could have be- 
lieved it? I do not wonder at that poor girl's agony! Would 
that I could console you, Theresa. 

Tableau. Plaintive music by orchestra. 

Curtain Falls. 



ACT THIRD. 

Scene First. 
Interior of cottage. Ante-room, home of Leina Vostnev, win- 
dows back of room. 

Enter Leivis Vostnev and brother. 

Lewis Vostner. Words cannot express the happiness I have 
experienced, for some weeks past, at seeing my dear daughter 
so recovered from the depression of spirits that followed upon 
the supposed death, and the after disclosure of the baseness of 
him upon whom she had unhappily placed her affections; and 
now to see her engaged to that so estimable young man, Kay- 
mond. 

Joseph Vostner- Yes, it is a great cause of congratulation. 
Ah, there they are, walking through the grove, A happy couple! 
They are coming to the house. 

Leivis Vostner, My cup of happiness is now filled to the brim ! 



L 



OR, THE TyROLESE. 35 

That sight renews my youth; it carries me back twenty years to 
the time of my marriage. Theresa is the image of her departed 
mother. 

[Enter The rem a.m\ Raymund arm inarm.] 

Lewis Vostaer. Well, dear daughter, have you had a pleas- 
ant walk? 

Theresa. Yes, dear father. 

Lewis Vostner. And you, Raymond? 

Raymond. In truth, dear sir, a most pleasant walk! 

Lewis Vostner. Ha! ha! ha! Unless your countenance— but 
why rings the bell? [Village bell is heard well back.] 

Raymond. I heard, sir, from a mountaineer we encountered 
in our walk, that our brave Tyrolese riflemen were coming over 
the mountains, on their return from the seat of war. It is, un- 
doubtedly, to welcome them that the bell now rings. [Heard 
in the rear shouts of villagers.] Ah, yes! those shouts proclaim 
the truth of my surmise. And, hark! methmksj.hear the dis- 
tant sound of martial music. 

[Heard to the rear, distant sound of band, which each moment 
sounds louder, as approaching.] 

Theresa. 0, yes; let us view them from the windows. 

[All go to the windows and gaze without, whence is heard the 
ringing of bells, shouts of welcome, and increasing sound of 
liaifd: Theresa stands leaning on the arm of Raymond.] 

Lewis Vostner. Certainly this is a joyful day to many. Fa- 
thers and mothers will welcome their sons, wives their hus- 
bands children their fathers, and many maidens their lovers, 
and friends greet friends. Ah! what are the so-called pomps ot 
glorious war, compared to an hour like this ?— the return of 
peace, and with it the return from toils and danger of the be- 

Joseph Vostner. Very true, brother, but it is a sad thought 
that while so many rejoice, there are some who weep for those 
who will never more return. . 

Leiois Vostner. Alas, too true! But see! they appear m sight. 
Our gallant Tyrolese! How noble the appearance of the patriot 
band. They halt— are about to be dismissed. 

Joseph Vostner. Let us hasten to welcome our friends! 

Theresa. Yes, oh, yes! [Exit Lewis and Joseph Vostner.^ 



36 Theresa and Sebastian: 

[As Theresa is hastening after her father and uncle, Banmond 
detains her for a moment. ] 

Rmjinond. Why such haste, dear Theresa ? No returning 
k)ver awaits your greeting. Your fond and happy lover stands 
by your side and counts the few intervening weeks when he 
sliali lead to the altar his beauteous bride— when another ring will 
be placed upon this fair hand. [Kaises and kisses her hand.] 

Theresa. 1 go not to welcome a lover, but some dear friends, 
as will also you. Let's hasten, Eaymond. [Exit.\ 

[All sound ceases when Theresa and Raymond exit. A moment- 
ary drop of curtain, which rises to show a tableau. Music by 
orchestra. 1 



Scene Second. 

[Tableau. — Village street ; Tyrolese riflemen ; some em- 
braced by aged fathers and mothers, some by sisteis 
and brothers, some by wives with childi-en clinging to them; 
some of the youngest children in the arms of riflemen, some 
welcomed by betrothed maidens, others stand clasping the 
hands of friends. In front are seen those who left the cottage. 
Theresa leans upon the arm of Baijmond, whose right hand is 
clasped by a rifleman; her uncle, a little back, also clasps the 
liand of a rifleman. At side of scene are several in attitudes 
of grief; maidens with handkerchiefs to their eyes, or down- 
cast looks and clasped hands ; aged fathers and mothers 
grieving for those who return not. Othei- villagers stand at 
sides, looking on. 

Momentary drop of curtain, while orchestra cortinues playing, 
Persons of tableau depart from stage, and scenery changed.] 



Scene Thikd, 

Woodland glade on the mountain-side, showing trees; ])ack 
represents mountain peaks. 

[Enter Maria from one side; soon after, opposite, Seha^sttaii, rille 
upon his shoulder.] 

Sebastian. Greetings, fair Maria! [Takes her hand.] Most 
happy to have met you. How are all my friends ? How is your 
gentle and lovely friend, Theresa ? 



OR, THE TyROLESE. * 37 

Maria (aside.) He knows nothing. How can I tell hjm ? 
How relate ? 

Sebastian. Why silent, Maria ? Why that cloud upon your 
fair brow? Have misfortunes befallen any dear to me? Speak! 
Tell me, is Theresa — is— is— Theresa ill? Great Heaven! she is 
not dead ? 

Maria. Oh, Sebastian! that it should have befallen me to 
have to inform you of that which will overwhelm you with an- 
guish, cloud your life with sorrow. Theresa lives, but 

Sebastian. Thank heaven, and bless you for those words— 
Theresa lives! I can then bear all you may have to relate. 
What is it, Maria? 

Maria. How, oh! how tell you? Yes, Theresa lives, but is 
dead to you. She is now the affianced of Raymond Landsburg. 

Sebastian. Why, Maria, what are you saying? Theresa 
false? Impossible! I could as soon doubt the brightness of the 
midday sun, as to suppose Theresa recreant to her plighted faith. 
Is she not the sweet reward of valor, pi-omised by her father, 
which I now return to claim? Is she not my promised bride? 
How, then, can she be, as you say, the affianced of another? 

Maria. Oh, Sebastian, how tell you all ? I cannot now, as 
we may be discovered, and discovery, for you, means death. 

Sebastian. Discovery! Death! 

Maria. Oh, fly from here! Fly at once! All, all believe 
you guilty— all, save one. / could never doubt your honor, 
Sebastian. I feel in my heart that you are innocent of the 
charge. 

[She stands with her hand upon his shoulder. Enter Victor 
N'orboni, with rifle upon shoulder; he rushes forward, draws 
Maria, violently away from Sebastian, and shoves her aside.] 

Victor. Do I find you, Maria, standing by the side of that 
villain, your hand on his shoulder ? Shame on you, sister! 

Maria. He is not guilty! 

Victor. Not guilty, and a traitor? 

Sebastian. What do I hear ? What do you dare term me ? 

Victor-. The betrayer of his country's cause — the vilest of 
traitors. 

Sebastian. Liar! [Both spring forward with presented rifles. 
Maria, screaming, springs between them.] 

Maria. Forbear, brother!— and you, Sebastian, more dear 
than brother. [She has seized in one hand and shoved upward 
the rifle of Sebastian, and whilst leaning against and sheltering 
him, extends the other hand imploringly to her brother.] 

Victor. What, sister, openly confessing your love for a 
traitor ? 



38 • Theresa and Sebastian: 

Sebastian. Speak that word again at your peril. Were it not 
for the presence of yonr gentle sister I would slay you as you 
stand. 

Maria. Indeed, brother, he is not a traitor. I feel confident 
the time is not distant when you will blush for having so termed 
him, as will also others. I confess that I love Sebastian; though 
had it not been for the ocean of sorrows so soon to overwhelm 
him, I should never have made known to any, least of all to 
him, my hopeless love. Well do I know that, loving Theresa, 
he will never love another. But go where you will, Sebastian, 
ever bear in mind that when all friends deserted, when all 
scorned and reviled you, there was one who never doubted your 
honor, but esteemed and blessed you, and blushed not to say 
she loved you. Farewell, Sebastian. Brother, come with me. 

Victor. Sebastian, I will see you again. My sister's faith 
causes in me doubts. 

Sebastian. Enough! For your lovely and gentle sister's sake 
I will hope, when next we meet, it may be as friends. Farewell, 
Maria. I shall never forget you; and though I can but proffer 
a b)-other's love, heaven will bless the gentle and tender heart 
that offered words of consolation while others condemned me un- 
heard. 

[Exit Maria and brother, one arm supporting her, she weeping.] 

Sebastian (soliloquizing). Surely, my gentle friend Maria 
must be mistaken. What! my loved Theresa false! Her noble 
father recreant to his promise! My dearest friend Raymond 
now the affianced of my promised bride! The very thought 
would be maddening. It cannot be! It cannot be! Were it 
true, then might Maria well speak of the ocean of sorrows, with 
billowy waves threatening to overwhelm me. Ah, more bitter, 
far more bitter than its saline waters, is the very thought — what 
then its reality? No, no, Theresa, I will do you no such injus- 
tice as for a moment to suppose you, dearest, could be capable of 
such perfidy. If all the world were to call me traitor, you, like 
my gentle friend Maria, would scorn the supposition, and like 
her, proclaim to all your confidence in my faith and honor. No, 
Theresa, I love you too well to doubt you. Maria is mistaken — 
has listened to false rumors. So it appears I have been, and 
without a hearing, condemned as a traitor, and by those I 
deemed my friends! Ah, little did I think when I left my home 
— cheered by bright hopes and to serve my country's cause — 
that such greetings awaited my return. It wounds my heart; 
but — but Theresa, bright star of my life, your fond trusting smile 
when first we meet will prove the healing balm. I must be cau- 



OR, THE TyROLESE. 39 

tious, avoid being seen till I can first meet with some friend in 
whom I can confide. If Theresa or Raymond would but appear 

I could Ah, some one approaches! I must conceal myself, 

till I discover who comes. 

[Time now twilight (lights half down). Eater Theresa. She 
advances a few stej)S, when appears at opposite side Sebastian; 
socm as in view, extending his arms to her.] 

Sebastian. Theresa ! Theresa ! 

[Theresa gazes at him as though appalled, but speaks not. Voices 
oi a number of villagers are heard near by, and as approach- 
ing, singing a rural song. As if affrighted by their voices, 
Sebastian, with looks and gestures of despair, disappears 
W|^ence he came. At his departure, Theresa stands with 
clasped hands, wildly gazing iu the direction he disappears, as 
though in a trance. Enter, caroling a song, a number of 
youths and maidens, eight or nine; amongst them is Raymond 
Landsburg, Victor Norborn and his sister Maria; also Martha 
and Cecilia, with her lover. Rai/mond beholds her as de- 
scribed, and goes to her side; his companions withdraw among 
the trees,] 

Raymond. Why, Theresa dearest, what ails you ? Ah, she 
hears me not ! Tlieresal Theresa! speak, my love! What so 
affrights, disturbs you ? 

Theresa. Oh, Raymond! [She turns to him and is sup- 
ported by him,] 

Raymond. Tell me, love, what has so alarmed you V 

Theresa. I— I have seen him! 

Raymond. Him ? Who have you seen ? 

Theresa. The lost! — the guilty? 

Raymond (starting), Sebastian ! Impossible ! Recollect 
yourself, dear Theresa. 

Theresa. I saw him as plainly as I now see you. He spoke — 
he pronounced my name! Then, affrighted by your voices, he 
disappeared among yonder trees. Now, Raymond, if the un- 
fortunate Theresa was ever dear to you, save him! Let him not 
die the death he deserves — ^the traitor's death! Oh, spare me, 
spare me that agony! [She kneels before him with clasped 
hands — he raises her.] 

Raymond. Do you know your poor Raymond so little, as to 
believe this supplication necessary? Let this dear throbbing 
heart have rest, and tell me what I can do to comfort you ? 

Theresa. Seek him <^at and tell him 



40 Theresa and Sebastian: 

Raymond. What ? 

Theresa. To fly — to save himself! — and never, nevei- to at- 
tempt to see me more! 

Raiimond. I will, I will indeed! But I fear he will shun me 
as his most bitter enemy; and yet I am not his enemy, heaven 
knows I am not. To have lost you is punishment enough for all 
his crimes. But strive to control your feelings, dear Theresa; 
otherwise suspicion may be awakened which would prove fatal 
to him. 

Theresa. I will, dear Raymond. 

Raymond. 1 think Sebastian cannot be far away. 1 will go 
and seek him. I shall return soon; remain here; our friends 
are within call. 

Theresa. Oh, thank you; bless you. [Exit Raymond.] 

[Theresa walks back and forth, near front, as though lojuch 
disturbed. ] 

Theresa, (soliloqiiizing]. Why these emotions? Why beats 
thus my heart ? 'Tis not returning love — oh, no! A\Tiat, love 
for him, who I now blush to name — a traitor, scorned by ajj! 
The very thought mantles my brow with shame. No, no! 'tis 
but pity that one once so esteemed by all, should have fallen so 
low. And yet his countenance bore no signs of guilt; his eyes 
but expressed anguish, and seemed to reproach me, as though I 
and not he, had proved faithless — faithless in his country's cause 
as well as in love! Oh! Sebastian, could not my ardent love 
have proved a shield in thine hour of trial ? Was life so dear 
that honor and patriotism were bartered for its purchase? Ah, 
how wilt thou look my noble, affianced Raymond in the face ! 
the brave, the fond, the true, as I once deemed you! 

[Twilight has changed to night. The moon is seen to rise over 
the mountain tops. A full moon. Enter Raymond.] 

Raymond. He is safe. 

Theresa. Safe, and gone far away, where I may never see, 
never hear from him more! 

Raymond. He will never more attempt to force himself into 
your presence. 

Theresa. Then I am content. Hom' can I ever repay 

Raymond. Be happy, Theresa, That will repay me all. 

Theresa. Oh, thank you. But why is your countenance so 
clouded ! Why so agitated ? You, ever wont to be so calm ? 

Raymond. Question me not, Theresa. To-morrow I will ex- 
plain all; so, dearest, return now to the village in company with 



OR, THE TyROLESE. 41 

our friends. I have requested Sebastian to await my return. I 
intend, for reasons which I will explain to-morrow, to accompany 
him over the mountains to Innspruck. 

Theresa. Oh, what can be the reason of . Why go over 

the mountains in the night ? 

Bai/moncl. 1 will explain all to-morrow, love. The moon is 
up. V'ome friends. [They appear.] Theresa has imagined she 
saw an apparition. Don't laugh at her too much, please. 8he 
will return with you. I have business over the mountain; as 
the night is fair, I will now proceed. 

Tlwresa. Oh, Raymond! [Aside.] How strange— how unac- 
c uintablel 

FrimuU. Farewell, Raymond; a pleasant journey. 

Rai/mond. Thanks. [Exit Raymond.] 

A Maiden (while walking. ) Now, Theresa, tell us all about 
the ghost. Ha, ha, ha! 

Theresa. I shall tell you nothing. [Aside.] How strange 
of Raymond! 

A Youth. Was it black or white ! Ha, ha, ha! 

A Maiden. Was it very horrible? No wonder you were 
frightened. 

Theresa. A terrible sight to me, indeed. But question me 
no more. I will relate nothing of what 1 saw. [EHt all.] 



Scene Fourth. 

Cottage and Grove. Home of Leicis Vostner. 
Time, midday. 

[Enter Theresa.] 

Theresa. How very strange of Raymond to leave me as he 
did, last night! And' how disturbed he seemed in mind! It is 
noon, now, and he does not return. What can I think? 

[Enter Uncle.] 

Joseph Vostner. Theresa, where is Raymond ? And why do 
you appear so sad ? • i • 

Theresa. Raymond met me on the mountains last evening, 
and then went to Innspruck. Ah, here he comes— he will explain. 

.foscph Vostner. Went to Innspruck? Strange, very strange! 

[Enter Raymond. ] 



42 Theresa and Sebastian: 

Theresa. Oh Raymond, dear, what can have happened? Why 
did you leave me last night to accompany poor Sebastian to Inns- 
pruck? 

Joseph Vostner. Sebastian! 

Raymond. What has happened ought to give me satisfaction 
instead of distress, for I knovi^ how it will gratify you. [He 
pauses, Theresa looks up in anxious expectation.] Sebastian has 
been slandered. He is not guilty, as supposed. 

Theresa. Not guilty! What can you mean? Did he not 
betray Oh, revive not the memory of his crimes, of his dis- 
grace! Oh, do not, if you love me, Raymond! 

Raymond. If I love you, Theresa? Did I not love you 
better than myself, should I be the one to justify? I repeat 
it, tSebastian has been slandered. He is no traitor! 

Theresa. No traitor? — and he forsook, he fled! Oh tell 

explain! 

Raymond. Compose yourself. 1 repeat, Sebastian is no 
traitor! But you are not now in a state to hear the vindication 
of his conduct. 

Theresa. Oh yes; I am quite well. Keep me not in sus- 
pense. Let me try, if I can believe such blessed news! 

Rajymond. I found Sebastian concealed near the spot where 
you had seen him. His entreaties to be heard were so vehement, 
1 could not refuse to listen; and his explanation of the circum- 
stances of his adventure was given with such an air of truth, 
that I determined to ascertain its veracity. I purposely avoided 
expressing, last evening, the hopes I entertained of his character 
being cleared, until I should have convincing proof of the fact. 
It was for this purpose I accompanied Sebastian over the mount- 
ains to Innspruck. I called to see the surgeon who attended him, 
and to whom he intrusted the letter you received, and who prom- 
ised to write a full detail of the transaction, for the satisfaction of 
his friends. The gentleman confirmed all that Sebastian had 
told me; which, to be brief, was that he was taken prisoner by 
the Bavarians, and placed by the officers in command at the 
head of their troops to conduct them over the mountains; his 
life to be the forfeit if he led them astray. Discovering he had 
misled them, he was shot upon the spot; dead, as supposed; but 
reviving, was carried by them to the hospital at Innspruck. The 
surgeon said tlie officers and soldiers were in admiration of his 
conduct, regarding him as a true patriot. 

[Theresa listens with intense interest; as the proof of Sebastian's 
innocence becomes more apparent, her agitation increases, till 
it finds vent in a passion of tears. J 



OR, THE TyROLESE. 43 

Theresa. And I, condemned him unheard. I, believed him 
guilty! What wonder, then, that others should! 

[At this exclamation, and the vehemence with which it is ut- 
tered, RaymoncVs countenance changes; he turns from her; 
but Theresa seizes his hand and detains him.] 

Theresa. Do not leave me, dear Raymond! Stay to share 
™y joy; to hear how greatly your conduct has increased my es- 
teem and aflection for you. 

Joseph Vostner. But, Raymond, what became of the sur- 
geon's letter ? 

Raymond. I fear, indeed am almost certain from what I 
heard, that Basil had the baseness to suppress that document, 
which would have effectually vindicated his rival. Sebastian, 
whose innocence is now well known, returns to-morrow. The 
villagers have determined, in reparation of their injustice, to 
accord him a triumphal entrance to his native village. 

Theresa. And I shall not be there! How I should blush to 
encounter his looks! [Exit Theresa and Eaymond.] 

Joseph Vostner (soliloquizing). How noble in Raymond, and 
what a test of Theresa's constancy! I felt somewhat apprehen- 
sive of the effect Sebastian's justification might produce upon 
her feelings towards her generous athanced. I will sound her 
further on this point. What a scoundrel that Basil! What a 
blight he has cast over the heroic but unfortunate youth, Sebas- 
tian! Where now the promised reward of valor? — that promise 
now so impossible of fulfillment! Ah, who can foretell the 
future ? — who tell what a day may bring forth ? [ Enter Theresa. ] 
Theresa, what has become of Raymond ! 

Theresa. He left me to seek my father. 

Joseph Vostner. I think, dear niece, some of your express- 
ions of satisfaction at the vindication of Sebastian were some- 
what vehement — in fact calculated to disturb the mind of Ray- 
mond. I hope you do not think of — — 

Theresa. Surely, you do not think me so ungrateful as to 
desert my Raymond; nay, to make his generosity the ruin of his 
happiness! No; since he has chosen me, he shall find in me a 
faithful, a devoted wife. N(^w, dear uncle, you will see, it was 
Sebastian's supposed guilt, and not his loss as a lover, that af- 
fected me so deeply. The tears I shed were blessed tears, not 
like those I used to shed, of shame and anguish! Now, I need 
not fiy at sound of his name! Now, I shall hear it uttered, not 
with scorn and reproach, but with praise and honor! Oh, happy 
day! what more can I desire? — uidess it be to know he is joined 



44 Theresa and Sebastian: 

in marriage with one deserving of him — one who never had the 
weakness to doubt him. 

[While she is speaking, enter, iinobserved by Tltere-m, her 
father and Mai/niond, who, unobserved by her, stand well 
back. A momentary drop of curtain, which rises to show a 
tableau representing the triumphal return to his native village 
of Sebastian.] 



Scene Pifth. 

Village street. 

The tableaii will show a company of Tyrolese riflemen, with 
band and Tyrolese flag, Sebastian in front ; on each side 
of him a j^outhful maiden, they holding over him 
an arch of evergreens and flowers. Three arches, held 
by the requisite number of maidens, might l)e shown — 
one over him, another little to front, another to rear. On each 
side, also, a number of maidens with castanets and tambour- 
ines, in the attitude of dancers. On each side of procession, 
villagers of all ages; maidens, as waving scarfs and handker- 
chiefs; males, as swinging their hats, etc. Is seen near front, 
Lewis and Joseph Vostner, and Raymond Landshurg : also, 
Maria, Martha, Cecilia and her lover; also, Rebecca.] 

TRIUMPHAL MUSIC BY ORCHESTRA. 

[Momentary fall of curtain, that rises to show concluding scene 
of this Act. 

Regarding tableau, there wdll be no ditticulty, as persons of 
tableau take their places to rear of front scenes being per- 
formed; so, at the momentary drop of curtain, while slides 
to front are being withdrawn, the few persons (of front scene) 
will have time to take their position front of the others. 

Kegarding tableau representing ' ' Triumphal Return of Sebas- 
tian " instead of company of riflemen marching in rear of 
him, they might be represented as standing in two lines, a 
line on each side, at present arms; whilst those to rear, as 
those at side of him in side line of riflemen, might be maidens 
in attitudes of dancers, with their castanets and tambourines; 
while small girls, wearing wreaths, might be further front. 
Outside of lines of riflemen, and some of them further to 
front, there should be seen villagers of all ages, showing signs 
of welcome; women and maidens as waving scarfs or hand- 



OR, THE TyROLESE. 45 

kerchiefs; men as waving hats, etc. None should be front of 
Sebastian, save small children (girls), so as not to hide him 
from view. Just before curtain rises on tableau, might be 
heard ringing of bell, sound of band, bugles, hurrahs and loud 
shouts of welcome; and might also be heard firing of cannon; 
all of which ceases as curtain rises to show tableau, except 
music of orchestra playing a triiimphal and martial air, ] 



Scene Sixth. 

A forest glade. 

[Enter Basil Affland.] 

Basil. All my plans of vengeance have failed; all my schem- 
ing has come to naught, and I am now an object of scorn and 
abhorrence to all. I must now fly from my native village, leave 
my boyhood's home; whilst Sebastian, returning triumphant, is 
esteemed and honored by all. Yes, I must depart; but shall 
I go unrevenged ? What is life worth without Theresa ? Noth- 
ing! nothing! Shall I tamely surrender her to the arms of 
another? Never! ah, never! Sebastian flrst robbed me of her 
love. She would have loved me had it not been for him; but 
for him she would, in compliance wdth her father's wdshes, have 
become my bride. No sooner, as I supposed, had I delivered 
myself of his rivalry, than E,ayniond Landsburg becomes, with 
her father's consent, her affianced. Curses, curses, a thousand 
curses, on them all! Could I [drag's his dagger] but bury this 
dagger deep in their hearts, I would be content. What, what, 
do i behold! Theresa approaching, and alone! Ah, if I pierce 
with this dagger her heart, I shall through hers pierce the hearts 
of all I hate — shall indeed be avenged! Ha, ha, ha, ha! Never, 
never, shall another call her bride ! If my arms cannot enfold 
her as my wife, then only to the arms of death will I surrender 
her. Ah, Theresa, you come to meet your doom! But I will 
give her a chance for life, [Enter Theresa.] Well met, Theresa; 
a bridegroom awaits you here, 

Theresa. How dare you, basest of men, address me! What 
mean you? of wdiat bridegroom do you speak? Yourself, 1 
suppose. 

Basil The bridegroom whose arms will now embrace you is 
known as death. [Shows dagger.] 

Theresa. AVhat, wretch, would you murder me? 

Basil. If you, Theresa, comply not with the conditions I shall 
name, you shall die. 



46 Theresa and Sebastian.- 

Theresa. What, oh, what mean you! Spare, oh, spare me — 
oh, do not kill me! 

Basil. Swear to become my wife — fly at once with me, and 
you shall live! 

Theresa. Never, never! Death far sooner— death! 

Basil (seizing one of her hands). Then die! 

Theresa. Mercy, mercy! Oh, do not slay me! 

Basil. I will give you one more chance for life. Kneel, girl, 
[forces her to kneel] and swear you will never become the Ijride 
of either Raymond or Sebastian! Swear to this, or now you die! 

Theresa (springing to her feet). I will not swear! Heaven 
save! Mercy! Murder! 

Basil. Then die! 

Theresa. Help! Murder! murder! 

[Basil raises the dagger to strike the death-l)low, when appears 
at side and well to rear, unseen by either, Sehastian; he raises 
his rifle and tires; Basil, shot through the head, falls as dead. 
Theresa, swooning, falls. Sebastian, hastening to her side, 
kneels and takes possession of one of her hands. ] 

Sebastian. She lives — she has but fainted ! Dearest Theresa, 
I have saved you! — saved you for the arms of another, and he 
my friend and vindicator; the restorer of my honor. But I 
cannot remain to see you become his bride. That, dearest, 
is more than I can bear. Before will dawn many days, I shall 
be far away. Beloved Theresa, unconscious as you are, I bid 
you now a last farewell. You will never know to whom you 
owe your precious life. Would it be wrong in me to press with 
my own her unconscious lips ? Surely Raymond would not be- 
grudge me one farewell kiss. 

[Partly raises Theresa, kisses her, and presses her to his heart; 
then glances to one side; then, laying down Theresa, picks up 
his rifle, rises, and, as startled by some one's approach, quickly 
disappears; when from opposite direction appears Raymond, 
who hastens to and raises in his arms the now reviving girl, 
who throws around his neck her arms.] 

Theresa. Dear, dear Raymond! Savior of my life! 

Raymond. Dearest, what means? Explain! 

Theresa (leaving his arms. ) Yes, yes, I met here unex- 
pectedly Basil. He threatened if I would not swear to marry 
and go with him he woi;ld slay me; and, when I refused, he was 
about to stab me with his dirk, when you tired. He fell, and I 



OR, THE TyROLESE. 47 

fainted and was unconscious until your kisses revived me, and I 
found myself in the arms of my preserver. 

Bai/mond (aside. ) Kisses? Ah, I see— it was, it must have 
been Sebastian. 

[Appear to rear Lewis and Joseph Vostner, also Victor Norborn 
and his sister Maria, together with Martha. When well in 
view they will pause, and appear surprised and startled at 
sight of Basil slain. At their first appearance y/tere-srt leaves 
the arms of Raymond, when he will pick up his rifle, that he 
laid down when he raised Theresa, and holding it in his hand, 
will walk with her to one side of stage, to right of audience, 
same side as entered those at rear, where they will stand gaz- 
ing toward those at rear. Then enter at rear mother and 
sister {Cecilia) of Basil Affland; also Cecilia's lover, and two 
middle-aged women. Soon as in view Mrs. Affland will, 
wildly shrieking, run to and kneel beside her slain son (back 
of, so as to face audience); CeciUa just back of her mother, 
moaning and weeping, walks distractedly back and forth, then 
throws herself, weeping, into the arms of Martha; then, leav- 
ing her arms, throws herself into the arms of her lover.] 

J/ r^-. J^^cmcZ (kneeling by her son.) My son! my son! My 
only son? My poor, murdered, boy! [Then rising and stretch- 
ing towards him her clasped hands, or raising them above.] 
And, you, Raymond Landsburg, slayer! murderer of my son! 
A bereaved mother's malediction rest upon your head; and 
may heaven's vengeance fall soon upon you! 

[Then hysterically weeping and laughing, falls backward into 
the arms of her two elderly friends; does not faint, but 
shriek, and laughs hysterically whilst struggling in their arms. 
Whilst she heaps malediction upon Raymond's head, Theresa, 
first stepping before him, stretches towards the frantic mother, 
her two hands, not clasped— but palms extended to ward off; 
then turns and throws herself upon his bosom, looks over her 
shoulder at the frantic mother, as though to shield with her 
person Raymond from her curses. As the mother commences 
her imprecations, Maria goes front to Theresa and takes 
possession of one of her hands, when Theresa turns and is 
clasped weeping into her arms. Then Joseph Vostner goes 
towards the crazed mother, whilst Lewis Vostner goes to his 
daughter; when leaving Maria, Theresa throws herself into 
her father's arms.] 
Theresa. Father! father! he saved my life! Dear Raymond 

saved my life! 



-t8 Theresa and Sebastian: 

[The above latter portion is not in detail as necessarily written, 
but occurs almost simultaneously, and occupies less time in 
l^erformance than in reading. Orchestra will accompany per- 
formance with wailing music, when mother falls back into the 
arms of her friends. Cecilia leaves her lover, and kneels 
weeping by her slain brother. ] 

TABLEAU. — curtain. 



ACT IV. 

Sf'KNE — Handsomely furnished parlor. Home of Lejvii< VDxtnrr 
and daughter. 

[When curtain rises There fia is seen seated near a table. She 
appears pensive. Raymond appears at side further back; is 
not oljserved by Theresa, who presently arises and walks rest- 
lessly around the room. As she rises Eajpnond disappears 
from view; presently Therem reseats herself by table, when 
Bayniond again appears as before, closely scrutinizing her, and 
presently disappears; no word is spoken; all is pantomime, 
and should be assisted by orchestra. Enter Maria and ))ro til- 
er, accompanied by Martha; Theresa and maidens embrace 
and kiss, when Theresa extends her hand to the brother of 
Maria. ] 

Maria. Why, Theresa, how sad you look! 1 do believe I 
see tears in those lovely eyes. 

Theresa. I am not feeling well this morning; have a severe 
pain in my head. I think a walk in the garden 

Martha. Yes, dear Theresa, the fresh air will do you good, 
and 'tis such a lovely morning. 'Tis not surprising you should 
feel ill after such a narrow escape from death. 

Theresa. Then, if you please, we will walk in the garden or 
grove. [She and Martha, with arms around each other's waists, 
depart. ] 

Victor Norburii. Ah, sister! I suspect the pain is in her heart 
rather than her head. It is my opinion that Theresa loves Se- 
bastian still, even while about to become the wife of Raymond. 
What a generous girl — gives her heart to one and her hand to 
another. Ha, ha, ha! 

Maria. Brother, how can you laugh ? If, as you say. There- 



OR, THE TyROLESE. 49 

sa loves Sebastian, she ought to marry him instead of Raymond, 
who would not be hapf)y unless he possessed her heart, while 
both Sebastian and herself would be rendered miserable for life. 

Victor. Ah, sweet and gentle sister, can you speak thus whilst 
having confessed your love for Sebastian ? 

Maria. Yes, yes, from my heart! Loving as I do, Sebastian, 
what can I desire more than his happiness and that also of my 
dear friend Theresa ? 

Victor. If you were, like myself, a poor mortal, instead of 
the angelic being that you are, one might suppose your own hap- 
piness might be taken into consideration. 

Maria. And so it is — to see happy those I love contributes 
to my own hapijiness. Knowing, as I do, Sebastian's heart is 
given to another — that I can have no place there except as a 
cherished friend or sister — how can I but wish for what I know 
will make his life happy ? But I fear that wishes will avail but 
little at this late hour to change what appears their destiny, 
since their wedding day is so close at hand — you being here to 
sign as witness the marriage contract. 

Victor. So I suppose that Theresa, whilst endeavoring to 
make one man happy, will, like many other women, enjoy the 
satisfaction of breaking the heart of another. Ha, ha, ha! 

Maria. How can you speak that way, and laugh as you do ? 
Theresa is acting from a mistaken sense of duty, or you are mis- 
taken in thinking she does not love Raymond, who saved her 
life, and is one of the most noble and generous of men, capable 
of rendering any woman happy. 

Victor. If such, Maria, is your opinion, why did you not ac- 
cept him for your husband when a suitor for your hand, instead 
of by your coolness driving him to the side of another ? 

Maria. The reason I did not encourage his attentions was be- 
cause I did not love him, and — and — because I loved another. 

Victor. But knowing, as you now do, that the other love you 
mention is hopeless, in case aught should occur to prevent this 
ill-omened marriage, why not then make Raymond happy ? I 
am confident one smile of yours would bring him to the feet of 
his first love. In such case, Raymond will need consoling, and 
where could he find a sweeter consoler than in my lovely and 
gentle sister? 

Maria. Why, brother, how strangely you talk ; when, as 
you know, we are expecting so soon to be the wedding guests of 
Theresa and Raymond. What would they think, if they over- 
heard our conversation? Indeed, as far as Raymond is con- 
cerned, I doubt much if, as the husband of the beautiful Ther- 
esa, he would need the sympathy of any; and I think you are 
3 



50 Theresa and Sebastian: 

mistaken regarding what you say of Theresa. Her late dread- 
ful experience would account for her present depression of spirits. 

Victor (taking her hand). Now, Maria, 1 am not talking 
of probabilities, but of possibilities, remote possibilities, if you 
will. Say, my kind-hearted little sister, do you know, if Theresa 
does not marry Raj^mond, she will marry — that is, make happy 
— Sebastian. So, in return for her so great kindness, ought you 
not to imitate her example by making happy the then unhappy 
Raymond ? Will you not then be the sweet consoler ? Say, sister, 
will you promise? 

Maria. Promise! No, indeed! Ha, ha, ha! But, brother, 
I think your head is becoming also affected. I think a little 
fresh air would do you good. Ha, ha, ha! So, let us go and 
join our friends in the garden. [ExiL'\ 

[Enters with duster in hand, with which she proceeds to dust 
chairs, Rebecca. Just afterwards, Michael O'Flanif/a/i. 

Rebecca. Why, Michael, don't you know if Mr. Vostner 
finds you in the parlor he will be very angry, perhaps send you 
away? 

Michael O'Flanigan. Pother a bit! I will jist tell the old 
gintleman that I warse looking for him to hare what M^ork he 
wanted done in the garden. Och, bless 3^er swate pratey face, 
Miss Rebecca, shore the two wakes I heve bane hare as garden- 
ner heve ))ane the happiest years ov me life. Iver since the day 
you warse dancing in front ov me loike a little fairy —whin y er 
bright eyes bored two holes clain through me heart, I heve ben 
a thinking and a draming ov you, and now ef ye will but con- 
sint to bacome me swate little wife, shore its jist the happiest 
by outside of ould Ireland, I will ba. 

Rebecca. And do you think I could leave the village where 1 
was born, and where dwell my father and my mother, my brothers 
and my sisters, to go with you to that far-away country you call 
Ireland? 

Michael. And shore, Miss Rebecca, I would niver ask ye to 
do any sich thing. Only jist spake the word, and I will make 
this country me home — become a Tyrolese, I will. 

Rebecca. And would you, indeed, Michael, leave your father 
and mother, your brothers and sisters, and your country, for my 
sake? 

Michael. And shore I would, praty Miss Rebecca, and ef I 
hed fifty fathers and mothers and a hundred sisters and brothers, 
I would lave thim all, and me friends and country beside, ef ye 
will but consint to bacome me swate charming little bride. 

Rebecca. Then you must love me dearly; and I know you 



OR, THE TyROLESE. 51 

are brave, for our riflemen upon their return said you were, and 
that scar on the left side of your brow bears witness to your 
courage. Now, Michael, tell me please, how you received that 
wound. 

Michael. Well, now, you see. Miss Rebecca, jist after I jined 
the bys in the battle I warse rushing up to one ov the inemy 
wid me shillaly jist to hev a little sociable fight, whin the un- 
manly spalpeen up wid his gun and shot me down; so whilst all 
the bys warse heving their devarsion there I laid, losing all 
the sport. But shore its not ov war but ov love I wish to spake, 
and there, now, ef its not forgetting to tell ye ov me good for- 
tune I am. I hev jist rasaved a letter from ould Ireland, telling 
me as how a great granduncle, or some sich rilitive, that I hev 
niver seen, has hed the good manners to die and has left me a 
thousand pounds — which is a hape ov money in this country — 
so I can buy me hare a nice farm and plinty ov stock, and will 
ba able to dress ye up loike a princess ef you will only bacome 
me dare little wife. 

Rebecca. Well, Michael, this is not the place or time, but 
some other time, perhaps. . 

Michael. Och, bless yer swate praty face and yer dear lettle 
sowle, though I'm not shore as to the place, I'm mighty shore 
there can ba no better time thin the prisint, so let us jist take a 
walk out in the grove and I will convince ye I'm jist the by to 
make ye happy for life whin I once get ye on me farm. 

Rebecca. Are you quite sure about the thousand pounds — 
about the letter, I mean, 

Michael. And about the letter is it— and shore I am, me dar- 
ling, and hare it is; and now we will jist go out and take a walk 
in the grove and rade it over togither, only ye musent ho wid it 
too nare yer bright eyes or they might set the paper on fire, whin 
pother a word will there ba left to rade. [They depart for adja- 
cent room, whence MichaeVs voice is distinctly heard.] 

Michael. Niver mind the hat, don't pother looking for it; but 
hare now, me darling, jist plase take this shawl and throw it 
over yer pratey head. There, now, if yer aint a picter to look 
at, and enough to brake the hearts of all the bys. 

[Enter Josepli Vosttier. ] 

JosepJi Vosttier (soliloquizing.) To-day Sebastian leaves 
his native village, never to return. Exeellent, noble youth! 
he deserves a better, a happier fate. Ah! this is indeed a land 
of exile, a vale of tears. And to-day is also the appointed time 
for the signing of the marriage contract of Raymond and Ther- 
esa. I am sorry to observe that Raymond does not appear happy; 



52 Theresa and Sebastian: 

he seems to watch with painful interest every shade of varying 
color that passes over the countenance of his beloved; and yet 
Theresa, far from opposing the marriage, seems rather anxious 
for its accomplishment. Basil Afflaud, the destroyer of Sebas- 
tian's hopes, has met at the hand of Raymond a just retribution. 

[Enter Raymond and Theresa. ] 

Raymond (with emotion. ) I have a request to make. It is 
one, Theresa, I fear you may not like to grant; but, for my 
sake 

Theresa. What request can you make, dear Raymond, that 
I should hesitate to comply with? 

Raymond (with faltering voice.) It is that you should con- 
sent to see Sebastian for a few moments before his departure. 
[Theresa seems much disturbed.] 

Theresa. O, Raymond, do not ask it! I am too guilty to- 
wards him! I cannot meet his reproachful looks. 

Raymond. They will never reproach you, Theresa. Poor 
fellow, reproaches are far from his thoughts; only see him this 
once, and speak a few words of kindness to him. 

Theresa. Since you request, insist 

[Exit Raymond.} 

Theresa. Oh, uncle! would that Raymond had spared me 
this! 

Joseph Voslner (aside). Very inconsiderate in Raymond. I 
am surprised at his proposal; still more, at his urging it so ear- 
nestly. 

Theresa. It is he! Well do I know that step! Oh, that it 
were over! 

[Enter Raymond, accompanied by Sehastlan, whose troubled 
countenance and trembling frame evinces his inward agitation. 
Theresa attempts to advance, but pauses, overcome by her 
emotions. Sebastian endeavors to pronounce her name, but 
the sound dies on his lips. There is a long pause, j 

Raymond. Theresa, will you not say one word of welcome to 
your friend ? 

Theresa (as with averted eyes she extends her hand towards 
Sebastian). I am not worthy to welcome him! [Sebastian takes 
her hand for a moment, and then retires to further side of the 
room; her uncle stands well back.] 

Raymond (departing). I will return immediately. 

Theresa. Oh stay! — do not leave me! I entreat — I imploi-e. 



OR, THE TyROLESE. 53 

[Exit Raymond. Theresa and Sebastian exhibit great emotion. 
After gazing at each other a moment. ] 

Theresa. I doubted your faith; your honor. Sebastian, can 
you ever forgive me ! 

Sebastian. I forgive you, Theresa! I forgive and bless you. 
It is my daily prayer that every happiness may attend you, and 
that worthy — that generous man upon whom you have fare- 
well, Theresa, farewell forever. 

[The unhappy youth rushes from the room; Theresa, overcome 
by her emotion, bursts into sobs and tears.] 

Theresa. Why, oh, why did Raymond insist upon this meet- 
ing ? I was so tranquil, so resigned, before. 

Joseph Vostmr. Resigned, Theresa; and do you think that 
Raymond could be satisfied with your being only resigned to be 
his wife ? 

Theresa. 0, that is not what I meant; I am so confused; I 
know not what I say; but why did he expose me to this trial; 
he who used to be so kind, so considerate ? 

Joseph Vostner (aside). Raymond has indeed been imprudent 
in subjecting these young people to being excited and tortured 
hy this meeting; I can account for it only by supposing that, un- 
able to surmount some latent feeling of jealousy, he wished to 
observe what effect the presence of her former lover would pro- 
duce on his destined bride. 

Theresa {iXBidiQ). Ah! I hear approaching footsteps. Raymond 
must not see these tears. 1 must; I will, for his sake, control 
my feelings. Is he not the savior of my life ? What, but a 
life's devotion, can repay him ? ♦ 

{EiWiev Lewis Vostner axi^ Raymond, who seems struggling with 
feelings he endeavors to suppress. Theresa's father also seems 
disturbed in mind. Immediately after, enter Martha, Maria 
and brother. They retire to back of room. ] 

Raymond. Take this paper, Theresa, and see if you ajjprove? 
It is the marriage contract. 

Theresa. What need of this, dear Raymond — have not you 
and my father seen it ? 

Raymond (speaking in a hurried manner). Yes, but I wish 
you to look at it for a moment. 

[She casts her eyes upon the paper, and then lets fall her hand. ] 



54 Theresa and Sebastian: 

Theresa. What is this ? I feel quite bewildered! I am losing 
my senses, I fear. What name do I see written here ? 

Raymond (trembling with emotion). You see the name of 
Sebastian Freilitz — the name of your early lover! To him I re- 
sign my claim. 

Theresa. What can you mean. 

Raipnond. I mean that I can enjoy no happiness that wrings 
the hearts of others; that I would not endure what I have just 
witnessed of your sufferings, and of that poor youth's, for all 
the world can bestow. [He leaves the room, but returns in a 
moment, leading in Sebastian. ] 

Raymond. Theresa, this young man's devotion to his coun- 
try's cause merits a reward such as you alone can bestow! In 
his favor I resign my claim to your hand. Your father, at my 
request, has promised his consent. Will you accept this youth 
for your husband ? 

[Theresa covers her face with her hands, but does not speak.] 

Louis Vostner. Theresa, daughter, this is no time for tri- 
fling! — do you still love this youth ? 

Theresa. Until this day, I thought I did not. Oh, Ray- 
mond, why did you insist upon this meeting ? 

Raymond. It is enough! [Taking her hand and placing it in 
that of Sebastian.] 

Raymond. May heaven preserve and bless you both! [Re- 
tires a few steps, when Joseph Vostner clasps in sympathy his 
hand.] 

Lewis Vostner. This has been a strange and eventful his- 
tory. Heaven bless you both, my children, and also our noble 
friend Raymond, to whose generosity you owe so much, and 
who now enables me, Sebastian, to keep my parting promise to 
you when you left on that perilous mission. Receive my dear 
dautjhter's hand, as the reward of valor. 



[As he ceases speaking, Sebastian, who holds her hand, draws 
Theresa to him; she rests her head upon his shoulder.] 

Victor Norborn. Now, Maria, now is your time. Go mend 
that broken heart. Prove the sweet consoler. Show us the 
witchery, the magic power of beauty's smile, 

Martha. Yes, yes! Do, Maria, Oh, the poor fellow! Go, 
go at once! If you do not, I will go myself — indeed I will — and 
then you won't have me for a sister, and your brother will surely 
die of a broken heart. Ha, ha, ha I 



OR THE Tyrolese: 55 

Brother (seizing the hand of Martha). Do you hear that ? 
Save me! save me, sister! — in me/-cy go at once. 

[Maria smiles, then goes to Raymond, who, standing with his 
hand in Joseph Vostner's grasp and gazing at Theresa and 
Sebastian, observes not her approach; pLaces one hand gently 
upon his shoulder. Rayinond turns, and, with startled look, 
gazes upon her; then, as she droops her head, seizes both her 
hands and gazes inquiringly in her now upturned face; then, 
as she smiles, raises to his lips and kisses her hand; then, ob- 
serving the smiling looks of Martha and her betrothed directed 
towards him, smiles in return; then, retaining one of her 
hands, advancing nearer front.] 

Raymond. And know, Theresa, that the arms that now en- 
fold you are the arms that saved your life from the assassin's 
knife. Turn not away your face, Sebastian. Deny it, if you 
can. 

[All look surprised at Raymond's announcement. ] 

Theresa. Sel>astian! — oh, Sebastian! — was it you that saved 
me? 

Sebastian. Yes, Theresa — yes, dearest — it was my happy for- 
tune. 

[Enter at rear Michael and Rebecca — he holding her hand.] 

Michael. Looks mighty loike a wedding, Rebecca. Yes, 
shore, and a hape of thim! 

Music. Tableau. 

CURTAIN. 



NoTK.— When maidens encircle Michael, Rebecca will step back into the 
circle of dancing girls, when Michael will catch by the hands one of the 
laughing- girls and draw her from the circle, when she dances in front of him 
a moment and then falls back into the circle, when Michael pulls from dancing 
circle another maiden, who does as did the other. Michael will continue so to 
do until end of dance. 



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